October is in full swing and I will never shake certain feelings about this season. Out in the apple orchard humbly selecting that from which to eat, strolling in open fields where bright orange pumpkins stretched out in their patches can only remind you that Halloween is approaching. The crisp Autumn air is strangely familiar and not unlike an old friend, we become gradually, yet confidently reacquainted with one another. This time of year we’re seeking comfort in the familiarity of tradition and social interaction. We are, after all losing hours of daytime sunlight and what better remedy than food and drink? This is the beginning of a series of gluttony driven calendar bookmarks in which we will regret come years’s end. That is assuming The Mayans were misinterpreted.
I can recall as a child becoming fully enveloped by the spirit of the holidays and the changing of the seasons. Now, as a working adult with a dead end job working overnight, I can’t possibly embrace the holidays the way I once did. Little moments, holidays, tradition, happiness, are for those who have the time and means to enjoy them. From where I currently stand, I’m right on the razor’s edge staring down at a possible breakdown, that of which can possibly alter my life forever. Sure, the holiday season can represent family, friends, & fond memories, but it can be hard on just as many people. Think of the single parents, the poor, the depressed, the various other groups of misfortunate bastards. This year, while you’re enjoying your holidays and the celebrations that go hand in hand, remember to consider those around you who cannot enjoy themselves quite the same.