My thanksgiving was spent with my moms side of the family. They're big church goers. They don't really like me and mom but we went anyway. My mom played piano the whole time and me and my cousins rode around in the gator. No one really discussed anything about the day. We didn't do that thing where you go around and say what you're thankful for. It was creepy cause we were in my aunts new house which was her friends who killed himself in the bedroom of the house and it was weird because they kept talking about him like about how much of a good person he was. It was creepy. They told me to go up in the attic and take anything I want out of all his stuff. I chose not to because I believe in ghosts.
I got texts from some of my moms friends saying happy genocide day but that was the most of what was discussed about the day itself. My aunt kept saying how nice it was to be with family. My uncle got drunk cause he always does and he's my favorite family member. My cousin also got drunk and told me she's going to take me out dancing soon. That probably won't ever happen.
I think the American people often try to blind themselves to ignore the evil things we've done to other cultures, and focus more on how good we are. We sit around proclaiming thanks for all these things that are in our lives, and we feel better about ourselves afterwards, as if somehow giving all that thanks shows how grateful and kind we are. We play ignorant from the destruction we've caused. This doesn't reveal much about how to live a good and meaningful life. It reveals what not to do, which is to pretend we're something we aren't. We focus on how we are going to be perceived, and if that means sitting around stuffing our faces and pretending to be thankful for those around us shows what grateful and good people we are, we will do it.
We drove back that same night. I spent Black Friday at home. The only thing I bought that day was a metrocard. I did buy soup that night but it was after midnight so I figured it doesn't count as Black Friday, so I guess you could say I participated in buy nothing day. I didn't really do it intentionally. I just hate big crowds and people who push and I knew everyone would be out that day and even if I wasn't shopping I'd probably get really annoyed. By midnight, it was nice out. I bought french onion soup and a coke.
It's strange that the day we're supposed to sit around discussing all these amazing things in our life that we are thankful for and how we can't be greedy because we've got so many amazing things, is followed by a day in which we rush out and try to buy new things to make us happy. It's all about temporary stimulation for the American people, and then denying it. We put up this false persona as if we have everything we need from our family and from what we've been given, and then we rush out to consume more and more. We're just a bunch of liars.
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