Oh crap. This post is going out on Thanksgiving. No one is going to read this. Everyone in the US is going to be tucked up with their families and a turducken. This’ll be a real test of how many of you are out there are Murderati Simon fans or can’t stand another second of your family and need a distraction. If you’ve ducked out for five minutes to read this, it’s time to sound off. Post a message in the comment box so that I know who you are.
Ah, Thanksgiving. It’s a time for Americans (and Canadians last month) to give thanks for what they have. Supposedly, this American holiday is second to only to the reigning champ, Christmas. It’s a biggie.
Not for me, it isn’t, though. This is my eighth thanksgiving and I’ve yet to feel anything for it. My friends go, “Yay, it’s Thanksgiving.” Me, I go, “Yay, four-day weekend.” I just haven’t latched on to the significance of it. But I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t partake. I’m quite keen on the big dinner and the boatload of desserts—except for pumpkin pie. Pumpkin is not a fruit or a relation of chocolate. Chucking all those spices in it does make it edible, but it’s all a delusion. It’s vegetable pie. It’s a lie like carrot cake. So I shun you pumpkin pie, the Cuckoo amongst heaven-sent desserts.
I watch my American family and friends getting into the spirit and I feel very distant. I know what it is to be a foreigner and an outsider to this culture. I know the stories, history, the Macy’s parade, Dallas Cowboys football game and all that, but it’s just not my holiday. I didn’t grow up with it, so it has no meaning—except for dessert. I like dessert. Did I mention that?
It’s not that I’m trying to be a grinch type character who has nothing good to say and it’s not like I haven’t got anything to be thankful for. It’s just that I just don’t connect with the celebration. That might change over time. The longer I’m here the more I will assimilate, but for now, I’m happy to eat more pie. It’s a compromise, I know.
I will enjoy myself. This year, I’m having Thanksgiving at a friend’s house, so it should be fun.
Well, tomorrow is a day off too. I’ll be a loose end, so I’ll hit the stores. I’m sure it won’t be busy.
PS: I’ve been given an extra reason to be thankful, but I can’t tell you about it…not just yet. Cruel, I know, but that’s me. 🙂