I’ve never been the biggest fan of Thanksgiving.
No idea why. Maybe it’s because as a kid I didn’t really like turkey, outside if eating the crispy skin. Or the smell of the house as a kid — I just didn’t like it. Cranberry sauce in a can was cool though.
Be careful about that cranberry sauce, though. It may have something to say.
As I’ve grown, I still don’t go ga-ga over the holiday.
Sure, in my 20s, it was fantastic. The bar scene the night before Thanksgiving was always incredibly awesome. Bar scenes don’t do it for me anymore though. Too crowded. Plus, you didn’t always feel so good during Thanksgiving.
I slipped out last night for a quick pint (in a plastic cup, even) at a local establishment. This one wasn’t too crowded (it was reported that the other main spot was jam-packed), so I had a quick cordial and chatted for about 30 minutes. The crowd, not shockingly, was decidedly younger. I remember those days.
After finishing the plastic cup (was this a frat party?), I called it a night. I went home and worked on a couple of blog pieces.
One thing I get a kick out of are these things all over Facebook and other social media sites proclaiming we should boycott certain places which remain open on Thanksgiving day. It’s a day to be with family, they say! These people deserve days off, too!
Not everyone celebrates this holiday.
And, not everybody cares. Some people want to work. When I was at the paper, I’d volunteer to work it. I still got the day off sometimes, but Thanksgiving was one I always offered to work.
The world still has to go around. Things still happen. Heck, there are people who skip Thanksgiving to go elsewhere to get ready to do the whole Black Friday thing.
I say good for them!
Let’s remember, too, there are those in places like restaurants, which do something more than serve food. Some people — young and old — might not have family around them or still with us to be able to celebrate Thanksgiving. So they go out to one of these establishments to have a good meal. Their servers or whoever else might be the only interaction they have all day. Hospitals, fire stations, police — these places all staff people, too. Heaven forbid something happens, these people are there.
There’s, of course, the men and women overseas fighting for our country. They should be home with their family, but can’t be.
And don’t forget those people working the limited hours at grocery stores, who are available when you realize you forgot the can of cranberry sauce. Or the gas stations, who have people working so you have the gas to head on home after a feast with friends or family. Or all the workers at football stadiums, so people can go watch games in person or on television.
Before we make blanket statements, look at the big picture. Not everybody can have the day off. I love social media.
In the past year and half, I’ve become quite cynical. Regular readers of the blog know why. That doesn’t give me a ton to be “thankful” for. Alas, there are millions and millions of people who have it worse than me. I have a roof over my head and the ability to keep trying to make my life better. Many people don’t.
For that, I can be thankful.
For those of you who celebrate this holiday and/or have the day off from work because of it, enjoy the day. For those who aren’t in the U.S., or don’t have the day off, or don’t get worked up over the holiday, I hope you have a great day, anyway!
I leave you with this — visit the Oatmeal and check out his comic about Thanksgiving as a kid vs. an adult. If you have any sense of humor, you’ll be laughing throughout.
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