Break From Reality

I'm sure anyone who reads this blog has noticed I have once again been lacking in the picture department. I haven't been in much of a picture-taking mood lately, and, to tell the truth, it has been kind of nice not worrying about it. But I start to get bored with no pictures, so here are a few of my family on Christmas morning. I know that according to the date on the pictures, they where taken in August, but that just comes from me forgetting to set the date on my digital camera.

I love this day, but not for the same reasons I did when I was a kid. When I was a kid I could hardly sleep the night before because I was so excited for the presents the next day. Today the presents are still a part of the excitement for me, but only a small part. Most of my enjoyment now comes from watching my nieces and nephews get excited. It also comes from spending time with family without worrying about work, chores, or shopping. Christmas is like a one-day break from reality, and even though I know it can't last forever, a part of me wishes it could.

Even if Christmas can't last all year, I think I will try to make every day a little more like Christmas. That means doing little things like spending more time with those I love, worrying less, giving to those in need, celebrating good times, and feeling joyful and thankful. I have always heard people talk about keeping Christmas in your heart all year round, but I never thought much about putting it into practice. This coming year I will try my best to do it because even if I can't always have a break from reality, I can at least be a little happier and try to make others happier too.

Straight And To The Point

It seems like most bloggers start to slack a little during the holiday season and I guess I am no exception. But it's not because I have been unusually busy or anything. All my presents are bought and Christmas cards are sent. I guess I will call it writers block because I want to blog, but every time I try to think of something interesting to write, every idea seems really lame. If there's one thing I hate, it's writing just to write or talking just to talk. You know what I mean. Those people who can go on for hours and hours and not say anything of importance.

When I was in school I always hated when the teacher told us to write however many pages about some topic. I always had a hard time filling the pages even when using the typical tricks like writing really big and double-spacing. I would get to the point in the first couple of sentences and then I would run out of things to say. Now I'm a little better at elaborating, but I'm still not a super detailed writer. I'm like that in the rest of my life too. I don't like over-the-top decorations, or houses filled in every corner. I don't like too many details or things start to look cluttered and become overwhelming. Life is confusing enough without complicating it with extra deals. I always like when people keep things simple and get to the point.

Details spice up life, but too many tend to get in the way. So if you are one of those people who can talk forever about nothing, consider the idea that doing so only makes you look unintelligent. Get to the point and shut your mouth.

Giving

It's the Christmas season and this time of year everyone talks about giving to those less fortunate than yourself. I'm all for giving to those in need, because I know that I could easily be in their shoes. But there are a few things that bother me about giving.

For one thing, need is relative. A child may need some new clothes or want some new toys, but what about other children who are starving? We may not be obligated to give to the most needy first, but is it right to ignore the worst-off people?

Now say I disregard the most needy and decided for whatever reason to give by getting a toy for a poor child for Christmas. What if that child doesn't like the toy I get him? Isn't that a waste of my money and generosity? What if I give that child a used toy? That seems to be frowned upon, yet I'm sure there are children who would appreciate any toy they could get their hands on. If a child doesn't want a used toy, doesn't that mean we are spoiled rather than truly needy?

The last problem I have with giving is that I am not a rich person. I know that doesn't mean I can't give, but it does mean that any amount I give will be minuscule compared to what a rich person or corporation could give. I know it shouldn't matter how much you can give. But it kind of makes you feel like it's pointless if all you can give is $5 and a corporation has millions to give.

In the end, I guess it really is the thought that counts. I can't help every starving person, and I can't spend forever analyzing who is the most needy. But I can give a little here and there, and I think I will be a better person for it. There is a scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where Charlie gives back the gobstopper candy that could have made his family rich and Willy Wonka says, "So shines a good deed in a weary world." This quote reminds me of the true spirit of giving because in a world full of bad things, I can still try to make a difference with small and simple deeds.

Popular

Growing up, I could never lay claim to being a part of the popular crowd. Even if I hadn't been extraordinarily shy, I still don't think I would have been accepted into the group of cheerleaders or jocks or prepy kids or whoever it was that was popular. Maybe I wasn't pretty enough, trendy enough, cool enough, or rich enough to be included. But I blame my exclusion mostly on the fact that my family was pretty weird, and at least some of the weirdness was bound to rub off on me.

I may have not liked being unpopular back in the day, but these days I don't hold any bitterness about it. That's because I have realized an important fact - popularity is an illusion. EVERYONE is different or 'weird' to some extent. The popular kids only cover it up better. But have you ever tried to keep a secret for a very long time? You may have tried, but it almost always comes out sooner or later. Popularity is the same way. You are only popular as long as you can cover up your secret weirdness.

So these days, I prefer genuine friends - the people who know all your secrets and still love and accept you. Life is too short to fake who you really are just so other people will like you. Besides, all those 'other people' are as imperfect as you, so who are they to judge what is 'popular'?