Usually we don't do much as a family anymore. It seems that life, volleyball, or some other factor is slowly pushing us all apart. There hardly seems a day when we are all doing nothing and can go out as a whole. It's sad really. And probably what is happening with most families nowadays. Dinners at the table are something of the past. Texting or calling another person while in the SAME HOUSE is atrocious. Not getting to see someone because they work so many days of the week from dawn until dusk. What's happened to our society? Does anyone even care anymore? Is anyone even reading this?!
These are the times when I think people, or as I like to be weird and call them "humans" (like "Wow, look at all the humans" or "Wonder what those humans are thinking about". Me = Strange) as failing to live properly, in a manner of speaking. No longer are people even families anymore. Simply, related individuals who happen to reside in a single residence for an extended period of time. Technology has brainwashed us into distant figures that's only goal in life is to be beautiful, fake and the proud owner of the newest gadget. I've somewhat fallen into that pitfall, but half the time I don't ever use my phone. I never get texts anyways. But my iPod and computer have enslaved me. I've tried to pry myself away, but sometimes it's just too much. Damn you luminescent overlords! We're gonna be ruled by robots, man. I've recently found a great fondness for Jeff Bridges' laid-back, out-of-date hippie personality. He has become my new hero.
It's interesting to note, that you can't even splurge on a nice pair of pants at the mall without blowing a hole in your wallet. Really, $70 for jeans? Even if they are half off and in the clearance section that's berserk. Thanks Guess, you suck. But I don't care about those stores. Maybe someday when I have thousands of dollars (ha) I can get all the expensive clothes I want. Not cause I want brand names, just because they look nice. One can only shop at Wal-mart for so long. Later we ate at the California Pizza Kitchen, which was very good. I enjoyed a Garlic Chicken Pizza so my breath is wretched. It was at the price of a good pizza so I'd say it was a smart move. Overall, a lovely night. Hopefully one of many more to come.
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Dear Santa,
I may not have a firm belief in you anymore, but hear me out this year because things are getting really screwy. You're like the second grandpa I never had. I know you're busy and I don't want to seem greedy, so hear me out. I've been going though a lot of changes recently: trying to find myself, change my whole outlook on life, college, etc.
And if you happen to get this little letter of mine, since I'm sure you're hip now and have an email address, I only ask for a few things this Christmas:
1) That nice tweed coat I saw at Sears today. I'm tired of sweat-jackets and that one looked really sharp.
2) World peace.
3) Someone to talk to. I talk to myself a lot. Not because I'm crazy or anything, even though insanity may be the only explanation. Just that even though I've got friends on the stupid Facebook and my family, I've never found anyone I can really relate to or purge to. That sounds bad. Anyways, this is probably the most important of the three. Even though number 2 is uber serious.
Take the time to think it over Santa and have a happy holiday. I know I'll attempt to.
Still here,
Damian
P.S. I promise to remember your milk and cookies, big guy.
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