| | The most hilarious thing concerning this Christmas is the fact that my father has abosolutely no clue as to what to get me in terms of presents, a situation not similar with any other member of our quite extensive family. Yet what about this seemingly common occurrence strikes me as so off-the-wall? The fact that I have no clue what it is I want.
While my childhood was propagated with presents and game systems quite a fair amount more often than any child of my economic upbringing should have been exposed to, it would seem that this long period of having so many choices of what I wish to do had the reverse effect of dissuading me from the desire to purchase newer items with the realization of how much I already own; I wish not to even begin to recount how many times I have heard about the newest "hit" game appearing for the newer consoles within only a matter of weeks, only to return to my college dorm with plans of either raising Chao in Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, playing through one of the many classic Megaman titles via the Anniversary Collection, or any other game selection that originally became available sometime in the 1990's. That's beside the point anyway, as my father expressed his disdain for purchasing me "videogames" as a present for Christmas unless I did the buying myself, so that option is out of the question already.
What then of the more personal, and even nonelectronic forms of amusement? This is where the contentedness of my life comes into play, along with the causes of it that will no doubt be written and written again in these entries should I manage to continue a posting spree (I prefer to avoid using "schedule" now, as it immediately scares my mind into not following it at any cost). Even as I sit now, cushioned lightly by the leather seat of this couch whilst the humble beats of "Stray" eminating from my site's music player soothe my ever-open ears, I cannot find a thing in the world that I absolutely desire in order to enjoy my time. It is another pang of boredom, no doubt, but at the same time it is one of those pangs you "appreciate" for the pure fact that you are capable of having them. I cannot imagine the stress placed upon people who rarely, if ever, have the chance to simply relax and do whatever pleases them, even if it's nothing at all. With the ever-filling concept of voice acting, however, I really don't need anything more.
In a desperate attempt to think of something I could ask for, in order to alleviate the inevitable awkward situation in response to sitting idly by whilst others survey their gifts on the 25th, I came to the conclusion that what I most desire are the things I once enjoyed in my younger years that I have long since seen available to me, many of which are consumables that last no longer than a week. The greatest of this? Vitamin D ("whole") milk, which despite its fatty content has the sweetest taste of any dairy liquid ever ingested on my part. Yet this is where the list ends for now, a measly 6 days remaining before the culmination of spending efforts arrives.
Hence, this is why I find it hilarious; the first year in which I have actually spent a considerable amount of money on my own family is not only the first year that we have had such a considerably greater number of members in that family, but also the first year I've contemplated how fine I'd be with receiving absolutely nothing for myself.
Is this the true "spirit" of the season that so many people refer to? I find it rather... wonky.
~ sonicmega
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| | Posted 12/19/2008 4:56 PM - 107 Views - 22 eProps - 12 comments
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