I'm feeling very unenthusiastic today. I don't feel like doing much. Speaking is like a chore today. December the fourteenth. Eleven days to Christmas and no holiday cheer in my mind at all. I don't mean to sound hateful or "Scrooge-ish". I'm just more... "Meh".
It's neat to me that other people can get into it. I dig the fact that families go places, and fathers hold minivan doors open for children who trail through shopping malls behind semi-watchful mothers. The mothers buy hardware and manly trinkets for the men of the houses, whoever they may be.
And they do this all in matching red sweaters.
Picturesque blonde curls frame a porcelain smooth face, as the oldest daughter and an infant pose for photographs with a man receiving minimum wage to be Santa Claus for complete strangers. Spread the cheer. Give the gift. Next in line. Thanks, here's your photograph. Merry Christmas.
I seem to be really good at observing and interpreting, but not so great at actually experiencing or participating. This used to bother me. I just accept it now. That's how it goes, I guess. I don't think of it as a bad or a good thing, it just is. Some people are really good at sports, some people get on with others really well...
I was the kid that built a bridge out of toothpicks and glue in High School Physics that was strong enough that two people could stand on it. And they were the flat kind. Elmer's glue. Yep.
The holidays don't feel special to me at all. Monday is still Monday. The same could be said for the rest of the days of the week as well... There's no need to single out Monday for any particular reason.
I finally went out and bought the Dresden Dolls CD. I've had my "illegal" (oooo) copy I downloaded and ripped onto my mp3 player and I listen to it all the time, but certain albums that I really like, I'd like to have the "real" album, if you know what I mean. Yes, I'm just a music nerd like that. Sometimes it matters, sometimes it doesn't. This time it does.
I also went and got the nautical stars on my forearms touched up because there were a few places where they looked a bit sketchy. No one could notice, I get compliments from customers at work all the time, but I know they're there, and the guy who did the tattoos could see what I was saying. He was cool enough to touch them up for free. I'd imagine that most people would do the same, but it was still cool nonetheless.
I still gave him twenty dollars.
I think I'm going to drive up to work and get a coffee of some sort. Something with soy milk preferably. Around 130 degrees if possible. I like to be able to drink my coffee as soon as I get it. People ask me to make drinks "extra-hot" all the time, and I can't understand why you would want a drink that's 170-190 degrees anyway... (And yes, that's in Fahrenheit degrees for non-US peoples. Be happy that that's unfamiliar to you. The Metric System makes much more sense than the system the US has going for it...)
-Chris-
It's neat to me that other people can get into it. I dig the fact that families go places, and fathers hold minivan doors open for children who trail through shopping malls behind semi-watchful mothers. The mothers buy hardware and manly trinkets for the men of the houses, whoever they may be.
And they do this all in matching red sweaters.
Picturesque blonde curls frame a porcelain smooth face, as the oldest daughter and an infant pose for photographs with a man receiving minimum wage to be Santa Claus for complete strangers. Spread the cheer. Give the gift. Next in line. Thanks, here's your photograph. Merry Christmas.
I seem to be really good at observing and interpreting, but not so great at actually experiencing or participating. This used to bother me. I just accept it now. That's how it goes, I guess. I don't think of it as a bad or a good thing, it just is. Some people are really good at sports, some people get on with others really well...
I was the kid that built a bridge out of toothpicks and glue in High School Physics that was strong enough that two people could stand on it. And they were the flat kind. Elmer's glue. Yep.
The holidays don't feel special to me at all. Monday is still Monday. The same could be said for the rest of the days of the week as well... There's no need to single out Monday for any particular reason.
I finally went out and bought the Dresden Dolls CD. I've had my "illegal" (oooo) copy I downloaded and ripped onto my mp3 player and I listen to it all the time, but certain albums that I really like, I'd like to have the "real" album, if you know what I mean. Yes, I'm just a music nerd like that. Sometimes it matters, sometimes it doesn't. This time it does.
I also went and got the nautical stars on my forearms touched up because there were a few places where they looked a bit sketchy. No one could notice, I get compliments from customers at work all the time, but I know they're there, and the guy who did the tattoos could see what I was saying. He was cool enough to touch them up for free. I'd imagine that most people would do the same, but it was still cool nonetheless.
I still gave him twenty dollars.
I think I'm going to drive up to work and get a coffee of some sort. Something with soy milk preferably. Around 130 degrees if possible. I like to be able to drink my coffee as soon as I get it. People ask me to make drinks "extra-hot" all the time, and I can't understand why you would want a drink that's 170-190 degrees anyway... (And yes, that's in Fahrenheit degrees for non-US peoples. Be happy that that's unfamiliar to you. The Metric System makes much more sense than the system the US has going for it...)
-Chris-