November 27, 2003
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When I think about Thanksgiving, I wonder about the things I have to be thankful for. It’s quite a lot actually. I mean, I have a place to live, food to eat, plenty of books to feed my addiction.
Surely I have a lot more to be thankful for this year as I am no longer employed by the bank. I am no longer being killed by inches, no more grays have sprouted to take their places beside their sisters, and the grays they were popping up like the cold fingers of death have all disappeared. I’d challenge you to go through my hair and find even one now. (And no I didn’t pull them or dye it! lol)
I no longer sigh when I come home from work or when I’m ready to leave for work, and while it does bother me a little to be called in because someone else called off, it doesn’t irk me to go or stay later, despite the pain in my feet and a smaller paycheck. I love my job at the book store. I have not been so happy in a long time.
But I think of all the bad things too. Not for myself, but for other people. What do people have to be grateful for? There’s still the ”war” in the Middle East which all told is merely one dumb a$$ Texan’s bid for more oil (no offense to all the other Texans or at least to any who did NOT vote for the head dumb a$$ of our country).
I feel bad for all the American children who didn’t have a Thanksgiving, and all the children in other countries who, while not celebrating our secular holiday, still deserve enough food to eat on a daily basis. I hope they have a roof over their head and that they grow up healthy, happy, and wise.
I hope every bully in every school wakes up tomorrow with a change of heart and every child being bullied finds it within themselves to turn their noses up at the ignorant ba$tards and go on to bigger and better things. I was one of those abused children. I survived. To spite them.
And I feel bad for the Native Americans. Because Thanksgiving is built on a lie. The first settlers came here and nearly starved to death. If not for the Native Americans that helped them out, we might not be here. Then we turned around and nearly wiped them out. Way to be thankful. Go us. Woo…
picture hoisted from The Devil’s Panties because it is so incredibly appropriate. Read the comic. Read it!
Comments (3)
i love the message you send in this blog. I agree with everything you said….although i am not an american.
I am pretty sure other countries have their way of expressing their thanks in other holidays.
But it is always good to count our blessings.
I count mine every day. Just to keep myself sane. It’s too easy to get wrapped up in all of the negative crap that’s going on. If I didn’t let myself go a little crazy now and then I’d truly have to lock myself away with a funny backwards coat that let me hug myself all the time.