One great thing about being apathetic towards Christmas is that there’s no post-Christmas depression.
No matter how sweet my Xmas was as a kid, I always felt melancholy on Christmas night. All that buildup and excitement, and now I’ve opened all the boxes and I know how it all went, and I didn’t like the feeling of… knowing?
Humans are so obsessed with unopened boxes. That’s basically all we give a shit about. Looking for the next sealed box, the next locked door.
IT’S THE JOURNEY, NOT THE DESTINATION!!!!!!! Christ. I’m full of nothing but original thoughts.
But really, it… is. About the journey. But not in a good way? It’s an infinite cycle. We obsess over solving a puzzle/opening a box/unlocking a door, because OMG IT COULD BE ANYTHING. WHAT WILL IT BE? And then as soon as we know, we have a brief moment of satisfaction followed by an immediate desire to fill the void with another unanswered question. And every time, we convince ourselves the answer will give us more fulfillment than it ever does.
And we HAVE to feel that way. That’s the driving force behind all of our fuckin’ puzzle-solving to begin with. That’s what caused humans to become the dominant(ly shitty) species. The desire to find creative solutions is the foundation for all of our progress. We’re driven by the self-deception that we want answers, when really we only want questions. But we only want the questions because we THINK we want answers, which, we fucking don’t. We’re constantly chasing a high that doesn’t exist. Round and round in circles looking for a sense of contentment that never comes, and then we DIE.
… So that’s the kind of mood I’m in lately, and probably why I shouldn’t be writing. Lol. I came here to talk about Pikachus and shit, but here we are.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Y’ALL.
Last updated December 26, 2018