Why do I love Thanksgiving so much? Maybe it has to do with the fact that you get a break from school and chill with a bunch of people and just eat, drink and have a good time. There’s really no gift exchange obligation involved. There’s inevitably leftovers and shopping. Movies are watched and sleep is caught up on. Sure, I feel slightly guilty that my parents had to celebrate alone while I’m here in Boston. I do wish they were here. Or even that I was there. But still, Thanksgiving is Thanksgiving. I guess I just made up my mind I was going to enjoy it wherever it was this year. And Boston’s been good.
Except, I realized I have no rage. Is that odd? I mean, sure, I throw highlighters at the TV when President Bush or Governor Rounds speaks. But I never really get mad. I get frustrated when the internet is slow. I get irritated when College Republicans take advantage of my hand extended in friendship. I get ticked when my roommate turns on the overhead light or doesn’t let me listen to music while working. But still, it never lasts for more than a moment. I don’t actually get angry. I worry, I get nervous, I get paranoid, I overthink, and I apologize. Does this make me a better person or am I missing out? Would holidays like Thanksgiving mean more to me somehow? Would I write better? I watched Running with Scissors last night and Annette Benning at one point said, “Put the rage on the page, women.” I thought, “What a fantastic idea.” Except, then I realized I had no rage. Angst that it seems like a lot isn’t working out for me this semester, yes. Rage, no, because this semester’s actually still been really great. Frustration that I am in a perpetual state of singlehood, yes. Rage, no, because I’m generally oblivious. I don’t get it.
I think I should work out more.
Anyway….Happy Thanksgiving!
PS: Have you seen the latest polls? Obama is closing in. I’m excited. Are you excited?
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No Rage?
I find that rage, or more aptly, righteous fury is easier to come by when some injustice is being done.
Minor things can drive a person insane, but only major things will drive them to rage.
/shrug, at least that’s how I see it.