Well, it’s “Black Friday” today, in the US, anyway, though I guess the commercial notion of a Black Friday Sale, at least, has spread to other countries now, as well. It doesn’t make much sense to have it be a thing in other countries, considering that Thanksgiving‒as the holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday in November‒is specific to the US, and Black Friday started because it was the biggest shopping day before Christmas, since most people were off work with the Thanksgiving holiday. But what are you gonna do?
And, since pretty much no one but government workers gets a full four-day weekend anymore, especially given the ubiquity of “Black Friday” promotions, I am of course going in to work today, and I will be working tomorrow as well.
Amusingly, I just heard my first two iterations of the announcement that the Tri-rail will be operating on a Sunday schedule on Christmas Day, which is a month from today. But, of course, Christmas falls on a Sunday this year, so of course it will be on a Sunday schedule, and if Christmas is on a Sunday, then so is New Year’s Day. Ah, well.at least this won’t be as long a time span for the repetition as the one for Thanksgiving was. I wonder what will happen after New Year’s.
I’m writing this on the smartphone again, because I didn’t take my laptop with me Wednesday when I left the office. I decided instead to take some music (a book and some tabs and three recently printed piano pieces) with me since I had Thursday off, and thought I might play some. I was weirdly giddy on Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon, maybe because I had gotten past the immediate crisis of Monday night. It was Monday night, wasn’t it, when I had my 988 issues? Also, I guess the office was kind of in laid-back mode and we had lots of food on Wednesday. It wasn’t good for business, though.
Anyway, I did fiddle around a bit on the guitar and then on the piano, but it mostly highlighted how rusty and stiff my fingers are. I also ate some junk food during the day and watched some videos, and then a movie, and that was pretty much it for my Thanksgiving.
As an aside, there must be at least some tendency for people to take today off, since I was, quite literally, the only person boarding the northbound train on my side of the track just now. There were more people waiting for the southbound train. Maybe people who go north are more likely to take the day after Thanksgiving off because it’s…colder up north? That doesn’t make any sense. I see that there are a few more people at the next station. I guess there are still tendencies for people to take the day off, or perhaps just to start later, on the day after Thanksgiving.
Sorry, I know I’m just writing nonsense and gibberish and gobbledygook, but frankly, that’s not far from my usual tendencies. I honestly feel like I’m crashing from my weird little, post-immediate-crisis high on Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday. None of the treats and snacks and special foods of the holidays really bring any joy to eat, not in and of themselves, anyway. I even bought a beer to drink yesterday, but I got, I think, five sips of it down before pouring it out. A can of Coca Cola was good, I guess‒there’s something special about Coke in a can, though more than one would quickly just be the source of a sticky feeling in my mouth.
I’m very tired, though I did basically nothing yesterday. I slept about four hours last night, which is pretty good for me. I had a weird dream this morning, about some dark city* or world where a political movement at first made people optimistic and hopeful, but then just turned their society into a dystopia once it got going, which seems to be what dogmatic ideologies tend to do once they achieve real power. This is surely one of the reasons why free speech and free expression are so crucial, and fuck “safe spaces” and “hate speech”. Those are the sorts of notions used by totalitarians and the like to suppress dissent, because they don’t even want people to have the mental option available to them to think about alternatives to the Party line.
I used to get slightly irritated by the expression “get over yourself” when it first cropped up, but now I think it needs to be a mantra in response to all the neo-narcissists out there who’ve been raised to think that there ever was or ever will be a place they can feel “safe”, even as they tell other people how they are “supposed” to think. Sorry, the universe is fundamentally unsafe, and it always will be. Life is short, everything is trivial, and almost nothing that ever happens is about you, whoever you may be.
Even someone like Genghis Khan is just as dead now as all the enemies he killed, and though we still remember his name‒Temujin‒that means nothing to his anonymous corpse. Everyone who lived more than 120 years ago is dead. However many people were alive in the world in 1900, they have all succumbed to the creeping Holocaust of time. So will we who are alive today.
Anyway, I don’t know what point I’m trying to make. Maybe I’m making the point that there is no point, and doing it in a meandering and vague way just to make my meaning clear in both words and tone. But I doubt that I’m that clever.
Cleverness rarely works, anyway. Cleverness, such as one often sees in TV and movies and such, has too many moving parts, where everything has to go just right, or the cleverness fails. Things don’t tend to go “just right” in the real world. Alertness and adaptability, along with straightforwardness‒keeping things as simple as possible‒is probably a better strategy. I call it “chaos surfing”. You can’t make the waves, but if you’re alert, you might be able to ride one for a little while.
That’s that. I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, those who are in the US. A particular greeting to my cousin, who reads this blog. I meant to send you a Happy Thanksgiving text yesterday, but I forgot, and I apologize for that.
Hopefully I’ll feel a little better tomorrow. I think I’ll bring the laptop this evening, because this phone writing is getting slightly irritating. Enjoy your Black Friday shopping, if that’s what you’re doing. I’ll keep trudging along for now, though I don’t really want to do it, because…well, just because I don’t seem to have any better or clearer ideas at the moment.
Belated TTFN for yesterday.
*The atmosphere of the dream clearly owed much to the atmosphere of The Batman, which is the movie I watched yesterday.