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Friday, November 25, 2011

The Time of Gratitude

So, as those in the Western Hemisphere are aware, yesterday was Thanksgiving.  A simple holiday brought about for commercial reasons but maintained for much deeper reasons.  Y'know, many people have their families drive them crazy to the point of wishing they would stop living, yet on these few days in the year, they act civil (or at least try to).  It's quite something, isn't it?  Likewise, just because you don't have much of a family does not mean you cannot feel the least bit of gratitude on this day; not necessarily for just your physical family, but also for anything that really means something to you.

My grandparents are not getting along too well right now.  Well, mostly my grandfather is being immature and refuses to talk to my grandmother after she dishonored him, which would tick anyone off.  But, he lacks the will to confront people directly about it, so he just does not make any effort to contact her.  Regardless of her actions, she chose to call via the phone yesterday just to see how we (my grandfather and I) were and how our holiday was.  That was most considerate; I suppose some of those who know me better see where I get such good habits, hah.  My grandfather complains aloud that I'm difficult to live with when in fact, he does not make enough effort to ease any difficulty he may have.  Not regarding me, as I'm pretty easy-going and simple (mostly I stay in my room, eh?  mentioned this already) but hey, he doesn't want to forgive my grandmother so let him squirm.  I told him there's no harm in just talking to her but he lays there like a big baby, it's really pathetic.  When driving home from dinner (we ate out for the holiday), he HAD to (his words) pull over at a gas station to get tobacco and a soda.  Yet, he knows he's diabetic but he was all, "the tobacco and caffeine keeps me awake."  Well, HAH!  Fine, be dependent on things that will shorten your life; I voice my concerns but nope, always he ignores me on such matters regarding his own health.  Y'know, if you're so tired, then you get your own ass home to rest ASAP instead of driving around (he took a longer route to return home anyway, in part just to pick on me, he knows I hate wasting time on the road) like a nincompoop.  Suffice to say, I'm not really gaining much respect for my immediate family, but what else is new?

What I had to eat, at least, was most pleasant.  We often eat at this one buffet for the holiday(s), and so for "Thanksgiving" this year I ate:  an orzo salad, a taco salad, baked whitefish, lasagna and then some carrot cake.  Yes, it was very good, thank you for asking.  Interesting fact: I can typically get a turkey dinner on any given Sunday from a local restaurant.  So yes, I'm not really driven or wanting particularly to eat traditional foods on this holiday.  At least I got my money's worth (~$13), so that's all the better.  And if you wonder if I eat ham on Christmas or something, no, I don't.  Actually, I've given up eating pretty much all pork in general for some time.  Mostly I'm weaning unto a pesco-vegan diet and I'd be quite happy with that (no way I could give up fish but eggs and other meats--yeah, easily).  Haha, I even happen to like tofu, which I ate for the first time about two weeks prior.

Mostly, I was thankful for my friends, near and far, for being a part of my life.  There are some I have not heard from in a long while too, and I do miss them.  However, they never feel too far away, at least not when I think of them.  I may write a short story regarding a handful of them and myself, in a hypothetical situation.  Nothing too risque though, just to try to get more of my feelings out.  I find that few of them really listen when I try to speak, so sometimes it's just easier to write a short bit, imagining they were closeby and able to listen and react in-person.  Maybe then I might finally get somewhere with these brick-heads!  Haha, yeah, a number of them are rather dense/oblivious.

Ah well, that's all I suppose.  Take care, everyone.

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