It’s a Celebration, Bitches
Last night I had a dream that a baby was delivered to my doorstep, as if by stork. I don’t remember who delivered it but whoever it was handed it to me on a firm green pillow and walked away. I looked down at the little guy (though he was wearing a diaper I could sense the gender instantly), and he smiled, sitting upright on the pillow. He seemed smaller than a normal baby, a miniature, and with a mature-looking face. His smile was broad and reassuring. He didn’t giggle or cry but instead sat there, smiling. My first thought was that my life had changed permanently. Nothing prior to this moment was relevant any longer, and my life began today. I took the baby in my arm and started building my new life.
That made me feel good.
The last few weeks have been a haze for me, a a stew of passivity, a whirlwind of psychic torment, an amalgamation of idiosyncracy, a summit between neuroses, a rough time all around and not for any reason in particular. Days have slipped down the memory hole and I’ve got nothing to show for them. Let’s just forget these past few weeks.
Let’s talk about this Holiday business.
Am I the only one who finds calling it “The Holidays” under the guise of universal inclusion actually more offensive to minority groups than calling it “Christmas” and saying “Christmas is the holiday being celebrated”? Christmas is very obviously a Christian holiday, even if most people treat it as “ceremonial deism”. So to pretend that the rituals enjoyed by North American society at large during this time—rituals which include shopping, alcohol, propagation of virii, mortgages foreclosures, and buggery—are not Christian in nature, while at the same time calling it “The Holidays”, a term which invites anyone, regardless of creed, to take these Christian traditions as his or her own, in other words, allowing every religious group to take part in the rituals surrounding the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ while simultaneously declaring it a religiously neutral holiday, is a fucking abomination, is it not? I mean, are we pretending that the date December 25th has no significance, and that everyone gets that day off work because society just figured that was a good time for it? Can this particular veil be lifted, please? Fuck! Call it Christmas! People won’t mind!
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Ah, so that’s where you’ve been. I was starting to worry.
New lives are good. Yup, absolutely. So, what colour is yours? Does it have a view? A/C?
I wish. My new life is the equivalent to a renovated bungalow in Laval on the excitement scale. Perhaps I should join your nerd rebellion!
You’re dream seems really fortitious, new beginnings, new life being nurtured. Lately, I too have been dreaming about having babies, but I inevitably drop them.
I think I know what your dream means. Stop over tonight after work and I’ll delve into the details. I’m a professional dream analyst. I’ll dream-analyze you for free, no charge!
In my field, we call it dreamalyze. It’s sort of a joke. But we like it.
I would prefer “Messiah-related Statutory Holiday Number Four.”
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