merry christmas story
i knew when i sat down that if i didnt post right now, if i waited just one minute that i wouldnt do it. i am so damn lazy yall. its killing me... the christmas holiday i just want to sleep it away. saving silverman is on, the world is not enough just ended (never liked it, the sean connery james bond flicks are the best) and i have on a new wake forest hoodie. yay. it is going to be a crying shame if i dont get in... sent off the application a couple days ago.
chrismas is a strange time of year because in my family people get so inherently happy that we all are friendly to each other. this is an oddity. i have gone the entire day without a single altercation or bad vibe between myself and my sister and i think with my sister and parents as well. this doesnt happen very often. everyone is in a genuinly good mood. the entire family drunk on chrismas spirit... and gifts. and wine. italian wine.
i am impure, bad i tell you. i need to stop this. cant say it.
theres something i need to write about, i need to talk about, that i just cant right now. i just wont. not fit for mass publication, personal. some things just mean too much. i dont feel like making it so vague as to not give too much away - just enough. ill keep it to myself, my own feelings and desires and pains.
on the other hand, theres something that does need to be said. understandably, christmas makes most people mellower and friendlier but it is meaningful when things happen. or just meaningful to me, most times i am the only one to see things in a different light but maybe you can appreciate it too. yesterday - christmas eve - i was taking about three hundred pounds of newspaper in the red wrangler to a middle school down the street to be recycled. i do this pretty frequently and theres never been anyone else out there. well this time there was an old lady out there unloading some paper by herself so i just slowly pulled around in a circle and eased up behind her silver chevy 'classic' - the now-deceased late model chevy malibu in cheap, fleet car trim - and stopped. now, i forgot the cd player face so i didnt have any music playing but i hadnt showered yet so i just had on a black hoodie and a blue toboggan, otherwise just a white kid in a jeep but the world as a whole is so evil today... all i could picture was myself as some druggie white punk pulled up to terrorize some old grandmother unloading papers. i hoped not. i walked around to the back and popped open the gate, unlatched the rear plastic and unzipped it a couple inches so i could slide the paper box free and thought to myself, hmm... i should offer to help dump her papers - but didnt. i am a social coward. meh. so i just stayed to myself but to my surprise, she addressed me.
she said something, there was no one else around so i assumed it was to me and walked out from behind the jeep and said, 'excuse me?' or something. she asked if i had papers too. i told her i did and she said she would leave the big green bin lid open for me. (awww) so i said, 'thank you ma'am'... polite at least. i wanted to be nice to her, to not proliferate old people being scared of white kids - i dont even know if they are but it cant hurt can it? - and killed time behind the jeep till she climbed in her 'classic' and drove off before slipping back into the jeeeeep, cranking it, and letting that torque roll me up to the bin.
how nice, a christmas eve story.
now, this only means something to me because i thought it was awesome that the old lady would be so kind to me, if only leaving the bin lid open. come to think of it, i really should have offered to help her, i am a failure at being an eagle scout. its nice, though, to see humanity still functioning aside from appearance stereotypes, religious and resource wars, gang violence, racial tension etc. so something as small as an old lady being social to a stranger white kid in a 'boggan and hoodie is cool. least to me anyway. so try and remember that kids, its bound to have some practical applications eventually.
merry christmas all.
chrismas is a strange time of year because in my family people get so inherently happy that we all are friendly to each other. this is an oddity. i have gone the entire day without a single altercation or bad vibe between myself and my sister and i think with my sister and parents as well. this doesnt happen very often. everyone is in a genuinly good mood. the entire family drunk on chrismas spirit... and gifts. and wine. italian wine.
i am impure, bad i tell you. i need to stop this. cant say it.
theres something i need to write about, i need to talk about, that i just cant right now. i just wont. not fit for mass publication, personal. some things just mean too much. i dont feel like making it so vague as to not give too much away - just enough. ill keep it to myself, my own feelings and desires and pains.
on the other hand, theres something that does need to be said. understandably, christmas makes most people mellower and friendlier but it is meaningful when things happen. or just meaningful to me, most times i am the only one to see things in a different light but maybe you can appreciate it too. yesterday - christmas eve - i was taking about three hundred pounds of newspaper in the red wrangler to a middle school down the street to be recycled. i do this pretty frequently and theres never been anyone else out there. well this time there was an old lady out there unloading some paper by herself so i just slowly pulled around in a circle and eased up behind her silver chevy 'classic' - the now-deceased late model chevy malibu in cheap, fleet car trim - and stopped. now, i forgot the cd player face so i didnt have any music playing but i hadnt showered yet so i just had on a black hoodie and a blue toboggan, otherwise just a white kid in a jeep but the world as a whole is so evil today... all i could picture was myself as some druggie white punk pulled up to terrorize some old grandmother unloading papers. i hoped not. i walked around to the back and popped open the gate, unlatched the rear plastic and unzipped it a couple inches so i could slide the paper box free and thought to myself, hmm... i should offer to help dump her papers - but didnt. i am a social coward. meh. so i just stayed to myself but to my surprise, she addressed me.
she said something, there was no one else around so i assumed it was to me and walked out from behind the jeep and said, 'excuse me?' or something. she asked if i had papers too. i told her i did and she said she would leave the big green bin lid open for me. (awww) so i said, 'thank you ma'am'... polite at least. i wanted to be nice to her, to not proliferate old people being scared of white kids - i dont even know if they are but it cant hurt can it? - and killed time behind the jeep till she climbed in her 'classic' and drove off before slipping back into the jeeeeep, cranking it, and letting that torque roll me up to the bin.
how nice, a christmas eve story.
now, this only means something to me because i thought it was awesome that the old lady would be so kind to me, if only leaving the bin lid open. come to think of it, i really should have offered to help her, i am a failure at being an eagle scout. its nice, though, to see humanity still functioning aside from appearance stereotypes, religious and resource wars, gang violence, racial tension etc. so something as small as an old lady being social to a stranger white kid in a 'boggan and hoodie is cool. least to me anyway. so try and remember that kids, its bound to have some practical applications eventually.
merry christmas all.
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