Uhach...Woody Allen always makes me very pensive and moody and makes me worry about my existence. Like I have the time or the energy to stop and worry if anything even makes any sense. Damn you and your scripts, you clarinette playing devil!
Anywho...the Xmas consumerism craze has gotten a hold of me and all I can think about is the menu, the decorations and the goddamn tree. Everytime I'm in the city there are so many colorful glittery peppy things screaming at me through the windows "buy me! buy me!" and millions of christmasy smells, I fear that I'll have a sensory overload and just slip into a zombie-like state. That's what the time before Christmas really is, the "Nights of the Shopping Dead". Who cares that some guy (I think his name was Jason or Jessie or something like that) was born, only to get nailed to a cross some 30 years later to save our souls from eternal damnation? Pfff, what am I saying, actually, Christians totally stole that holiday from nice, innocent pagans, who just wanted to celebrate the rebirth of the Great God (or nature) who was going to bloom in Spring with a bit of honey wine, good food and a Yule log. But nooo, Christians just had to make it aaaall about themselves. Friggin' egomaniacs.
But seriously, they broke me. As soon as I get near a store I get the urge to shop. Why do I want to give my money away when I'm so happy everytime I get some? I think they just broke me with all their Christmas carols and their Gingerbread Lattes. Next year I'm going to Barbados and I'll just ignore Christmas.
