Today, my sister and I played oppressed indians…
…and tomorrow we will feast. In my family, we have our big Thanksgiving celebration on Friday with family friends. My sister and her best friend, Charlie (the son in the other family) will sit all day in the office and play Wii, Rock Band, and Playstation. The room will look as if an electronic God spewed forth many wires and cords, and no matter what time of the day an outsider might venture to enter this electronic mess, they will find Kelsey and Charlie in exactly the same position they started in, with the exception of a few limb movements here and there.
My mom and her best friend, Melody (the mom in the other family) will talk about whatever it is they talk about (I tend to tune it out unless they direct a question towards me, usually about school or work).
My dad will be stuck with Larry (the mom’s newish husband) who I generally like, but who can be somewhat whiney when something doesn’t quite go his way.
And me? Well, I’m generally stuck in limbo. Don’t be sad for me, though. I absolutely love it. There is no expectation for me to be with any of these three couples, so I basically get to do whatever the hell I want. Tomorrow, I will most likely sit and watch a TiVoed game of football with Larry and my dad. I will pick a team, become a die-hard fan for 3 hours, and yell extremities when they do poorly, as they invariably always do. During commercials, I will brave the horrors of the office and become the singer of The Kimono Incident, Kelsey and Charlie’s Rock Bank band.
Then around mid-afternoon, we (the adults) will play – are you ready for this? – Dungeons and Dragons. Larry is a big nerd and we play it every once and a while when they come over cause it makes him happy. But Oh! how it makes me happy too! I’m also a bit of a nerd myself, though, and I enjoy Star Wars, Star Trek, and chess. My D&D character is an elf named Agador and I’m a neutral good magic-user. Nerdy, I know. Even more nerdy is this: I have a homemade t-shirt that says “You’re not the DM of me.” (DM=Dungeon Master, for the many of you who have no idea what I’m talking about.)
And then there will be food. Lots of food.
And thanks. Lots of thanks.
Each year, I try to come up with one big thing that I am thankful for, other than family, friends, and good health. This year, I am thankful for hope.
Hope came in two forms for me this year: Barack Obama and Hair PUddle.
BARACK OBAMA was voted to be our 44th President of the United States. The fact that Americans voted in a man who is capable, intelligent, tolerant, inspiring, passionate, and charismatic gives me hope. It gives me hope that the country will start to move in the right direction and it gives me hope that we may finally be moving past certain prejudices.
HAIR PUDDLE offered me free music. According to their MySpace page, they “question the culture industry’s domination over how we experience art and music.” So Mr. H. PUddle sent me a free CD so that I could experience his music the way he wanted me to experience it, and not the way the capitalist society would have wanted me to experience it, through advertising and money and messages meant to tell me that I should like it. The best part about it was how much care I could see that went into bringing that pure experience to me. The cover art was handmade and unique. And it was beautiful. There are times when I feel disillusioned with the world and I start to notice the lack of love and care surrounding me. I begin to lose hope and faith in people, and Hair PUddle remedied that for me this year. I know that sounds like a lot for a little CD to accomplish, but the feeling I got when receiving a gift with genuine care as its motivation was like nothing I’d felt in years. It made happy, genuinely happy. And hopeful.
And I would also like to thank you, dear Creeter Readers. I wish you all a happy, and hopeful, Thanksgiving.
-Erintending to spread the love