So yesterday was Thanksgiving. It's an utterly stupid holiday, just like a lot of the American holidays out there. Commercialism galore, etc. And for some reason it's super serious. I remember years before, going to Thanksgiving family reunions where everyone made a show of giving thanks, or whatever. Honestly, shouldn't you be giving thanks for things all year long? It's just like confession - a thing to make you feel good for being a nasty person, a concession of the American mindset: "I'll do whatever I want now, I can always fix it later."
This Thanksgiving Mandy and I were roped into heading down to Chillicothe for some awkward moments and mediocre food. I shouldn't be complaining, after all...ANY food is better than what we've been eating lately, which is...nothing. (Though, Jim graciously bought us pizza on Wednesday!)
Mandy's mom stopped by her grandmother's to nervously pace the kitchen floor for a while. She brought along an old coat of Mandy's - a German officer's coat! It's gorgeous, and warm, and I kind of feel nervous about wearing it out. I started thinking...in my old days, the days of alternative and punk and goth and whatever I was, I'd have no problem about wearing it out. And I sort of do still feel that way. But with Mandy with me, the gorgeous sophisticate blonde, I feel a bit like I'm bringing unwanted attention on us. However, it is a sexy sexy coat and if we ever make any alternative friends I'm for sure busting it out. That reminds me - a great time to wear it would a con.
I'm distracted by a gaggle of half-drunk college kids with the idea that all their movements tonight must be catalogued with a billion cameras. Now random strangers are being ask to take pictures of them also. Oh, college kids...how dependably immature you are. They remind me of the annoying kids that never grew out of partying and getting drunk and being loud Americans (ie. RUDE CHILDREN).
However, I've got my music and my delicious caramel hot chocolate to keep me on track.
Lately things have been getting ok again. We've got food to eat, today was the first day in a few weeks we've gotten out by ourselves, and I'm slowing de-stressing. There's just a little bit of money in our pockets, and I'm feeling good. No, I'm feeling GREAT. My stomach sickness has tapered off, god...just in time for me not to miss the food binging. I know my body is gobbling up the calories, but dammit...I need food!
Tomorrow we hang out with Jim and play Mandy's new favourite activity - some game like Guitar Hero, named Rockstar. We're like a band and it's kind of weird but fun at the same time. She's addicted to the clothing. I noticed something while her and Jim animatedly talked about what songs they'd want to play. I'm completely from a different generation from them. They like all these songs I can't get into and the stuff that I like is immediately pushed away...probably because they see it as immature music because I'm younger. Just because I like it doesn't mean it isn't good, Jesus! lol. And no I'm not talking Top 40 shit, though maybe one or two is on there. Ah well. I just don't think that generational music travels very well between people.
