Monday, September 7, 2009
Labor day: Oh to celebrate work....
Ah the joys of a holiday. How I dread them. Is this strange? I have never derived any sort of relaxation out of parties, picnics, birthdays, or any other day that society force feeds me.
I prefer the accidental peace. The snow day. The impromptu road trip. The Jury Duty. Is this so wrong? It isn't that I don't respect or understand the reasons why we have the holiday. It's just that I think our culture (American culture) takes these things and runs wild with them. "Have fun! Relax! YOU BETTER... oh! And spend money, and don't forget to invite a crowd of people over to destroy your home and make that extra day off work all about cleaning. One more thing, that fight with your spouse over the party? Just one more FUN thing... a challenge of sorts. Are you up for it citizen? You better be!"
Oh my country, will you get out of my head and off my TV screen? You mock me.
I wish my children's birthdays didn't make me cringe. I wish we could have a cake after dinner and quietly open delightful presents, just us, in the candlelight. I wish that these picnic days off (Memorial, Labor, etc....) were about the men and women who work and died and served our country and our society... instead of some kind of crazy "you must work at being a good party partaking person."
I know, I know... this is all kind of upside down. But the truth is, the honest truth, stressful days off are not my cup of tea. Even if we have to go out, we are five deep in my car. So... we stay home. And I make myself a secret promise to celebrate things quietly, and appropriately, when I grow up.
Oh wait. I am grown up. Crap.
I hope the rest of you feel differently and enjoy every little second of this day. And I hope you don't work... too hard, at having a good time!