Okay, I think slowly, but surely, I can re-enter the habit of blogging on a regular basis. Or, at least, a semi-regular basis. I can have the most well meaning intentions and carefully laid plans for a day, but just like that, they’re swept away and left as vague and nebulous nagging ideas in the back of my mind. Take today for instance.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and I did the unthinkable. I went shopping, to the mall, with my family. I’m not much of a shopper, and I am also not one for large crowds, and so you can imagine that going out today was something like a nightmare. But, I hardly ever spend an entire day with my mom, her husband, and my sister, and since they were crazy enough to brave the crowds, I sucked up my loathing for “Black Friday,” told myself I’d finish some freelance work and compiling wedding invitation addresses later this weekend, and went along.
After that dizzy, “I’m-surrounded-by-the-hounds-of-hell” otherwise known as middle-aged mammas on the hunt for that 50% off sale at Aeropostale feeling subsided, I actually started to enjoy myself. Sure, I’m being jostled every other step I take, sure my sister is giggling (at me, not with me) as I drag her into Victoria’s Secret, sure I ate too much last night and my stomach is reminding me of the ramifications of pigging out on too many desserts…but I am happy to participate in all this uniquely American madness. I don’t know why. It would be nice to, you know, rally against our materialistic, consumer-driven existences, living as some of the most “entitled” (i.e. clueless, arrogant, etc.) people around, but I’m finding that I don’t want to.
So I let the retail gods have their way with me. Does that make me a bad person?
On a completely different note, Sarah, if you’re reading, I have slowly started a scrapbooking habit. I didn’t realize how much fun it was! I haven’t been doing much creative writing lately, and so this is such a great creative outlet and a stress reliever. It’s awesome. Should’ve started months ago.
I just had a thought…maybe I actually enjoyed black friday this year because I wasn’t behind a Starbucks counter staring into the enormous line of caffeine deprived shoppers waiting for their fix. That consolation alone was probably subconsciously driving me to an unbeknownst gratitude.
Yeah, being amongst the hounds of hell is one thing. Serving them is another.