It always feels extra quiet when the baby sleeps, as if the quiet we'd normally have were a noisier state. Our first Thanksgiving in our new home was a success; everything was cooked to standard (at least by ours- admittedly low). All that food in our stomachs must be sedating our senses, for it is a rare quiet that greets us this morning. And there is nothing going on outside. Everyone's at home for their post-holiday slumber, or out at the shopping malls where a very different atmosphere exists.
I'll never understand why it's so important to get deals on Black Friday that people would run over one another, jostle, fight, charge, and do all sorts of other savage things, just to save a few bucks. Innocent people have gotten trampled over, some have even died only for that special television sale, or the newest phone accessory from Apple. You won't find this peculiar Black Friday hysteria anywhere else in the world, not to my knowledge anyway. This is yet another symptom of our collective madness in America, one of the myriad formations of unhinged desires and fantasies infecting our culture.
On a crazy day like this we'll just stay home, like the other 90% of our society that doesn't feel like getting shot over a busted deal, letting the vicious 10% gouge each other's eyes out for their prizes in our temples of merchandise. The shopping malls devour all the energy that commerce normally cooks up on a Friday morning. No, I'll just kick back and let it happen, read my books, maybe put up the Christmas tree later on.
No comments:
Post a Comment