There will probably be plenty of sappy 'thank you' thanksgiving journals today. That's kind of the holiday spirit, isn't it? Or, well, that's how I remember it anyhow. I remember when people took time out of their day to realize what the holiday was about. I remember when wasn't all making the perfect meal, and it wasn't all getting the family together just so you could sit around a large table and fight because no one ever got along anyway and there are plenty of new beefs to bring up so long as you're all together. But then again that was back before, when stores had a thanksgiving section, and Christmas stuff stayed mostly off the shelves until Thanksgiving was over.
That was a long time ago.
But I still remember.
Back then I didn't really enjoy myself. Youth has a way of lacking understanding of the spirit of the season. It's not flashy; it's full of food but it's also full of boring adult talks and being forced to stay in a place that's generally immaculate and should stay that way while the adults did their thing. Sometimes if there were pets it was fun, but... being thankful? Why be thankful when you have everything?
Age brings with it understanding.
There are no more family dinners anymore. The ones we loved have passed, or become too frail to join us. Family rifts have come up and the food is... less extravagant, because it's for less and less people, and I can't celebrate anyhow because it's prime sale season and there are no thanksgivings for the working woman. There's less talk of happy things, and the world is a darker place. ...and most wish thanksgiving, like the emaciated skeleton of what it once was, would fade into the background and die a quiet death.
It's not because I enjoy the dinners. I dislike food and family company, in all honesty, but my own dislike doesn't matter. You see... you don't have to like people, you don't even have to spend time with them, to be thankful. And it's not even to anyone. You don't have to be religious. You don't have to thank god. Sometimes you just thank chance/fate/randomness that you're so lucky to have what you do. It could be worse.
There's so much to be thankful for, and if you find it in you... don't let thanksgiving fade away.
Be thankful for the ones that have left us, but left us with a legacy to remember, for better or for worse. Be thankful for the old, who remember times we only wish we'd seen. Be thankful for family, that may be dysfunctional and hard to deal with, but is still family. But thankful for the snow. Be thankful that summer comes, and that there are people in the world that have designed the automated toothbrush. Be thankful for marshmallows, candy canes, fingernail clippers. Be thankful for memory and be thankful for those you hate, because without those, you may not realize what it is in yourself you wish to improve.
Thanks for pet rocks, world. You prove even stupid ideas can make millions.
Thanks for slinkies.
Thanks for the concept of manners.
...and thanks for winter coats because damn it's cold outside.
What am I getting at here?
It's thanksgiving. It's the time of the year to remember and enjoy things and bicker with family and try to forget that turkey costs god knows how much nowadays and that the pie is half frozen but you still have to pretend it didn't come from a store. Heh.
As for me? I'm going to say I'm thankful for those I love most of all. You all know who you are... and that one in particular in the corner there *eyes*. I think I'll enjoy myself this year. Celebrate my own way.
Happy thanksgiving, you people.
If you read this far, you deserve a gold star for reading the most roundabout tripe ever spawned from my dumb numb fingers.