When I was younger, before the internet was my lifeblood not really popular, one of the things I really loved was going Christmas shopping. I loved that the stores were open later and later as the holiday season wore on. I loved the Christmas music in the stores and even the crowds, for some odd reason. It was a source of comfort.
And now, as I’ve gotten older, and the internet really IS my lifeblood, I hate Christmas shopping. I thought this would change, now that I have kids. You know, going Christmas shopping for them should have taken on a renewed feeling of excitement and wonder. But no. Not even in the slightest and I’ve done most of their shopping online. Part of me feels cheated by this, but not so much that I want to run out and try to deal with the crowds to force some holiday cheer down my throat. My holiday cheer came in the form of saving myself $75 bucks off the Mini’s big holiday gift. Also, the convenience of doing it from my laptop while sitting in bed, watching a movie. Seriously, can it get any better than that when it comes to Christmas shopping?
Last week, I went out shopping to get some clothes for myself (that post baby body leaves me coming up short for anything that looks remotely good on me. Is there a plastic surgeon out there willing to donate their services for a free body makeover?) While I was already grumpy (see above re: post baby body), I was so annoyed at what assholes people have become. No holding the doors, refusing to even veer an inch to the left, in order to avoid a shoulder shove. Walking at a snails pace 6 people wide. Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with people? When did the holidays become so fucking miserable? I want to say that I don’t remember it being this bad when I was younger, but I’m not so delusional to think that it was all cheer and good tidings. Because I also think that my son was a sleeping champ at LG’s age, and that’s where I really need to pull my head out of my ass.
So I have a proposition. I know that a lot of people are down on their luck this year, for whatever reason. I know that 09 has brought forth some serious suck. But that doesn’t mean you have to carry it around with you and pass it off to someone else. If you can find it in you to maybe hold the door for one person, or maybe smile and say “good day” or “happy holidays” or whatever gets your rocks off, maybe we can get through the holidays a little easier and slightly happier.
I’m challenging all of you. One hello. One thank you. One holding the door open.
And if they don’t respond to the kindness positively. You have my permission to kick them in the fucking crotch.