Time suck

Ah, Christmas. Right?

The holiday season is the best time for reuniting with those people you have not seen in forever, and the people you love, and the people you see all the time and still love, and… well… your relatives. You know, the people of whom are your own flesh and blood, who have the most in common with you (arguable, much).

There is good food, great games, and what a lot of people in this commercialized America seem to think is important presents!

Presents are good. I mean they make you actually think about people that you are buying them for for at least as much time as it takes you to buy or make them. So you go to the store, sometimes racking your brain to pick out the perfect present for the person in mind (sometimes you know them well enough this is a cinch though).

You find that one perfect thing, that you think they are going to go “Wow, this person really knows me well enough to buy this Rubiks cube.” or “This person cares about me enough to find me this great CD that I wanted that is virtually impossible to get.” You hope with all your being that they think these sorts of things about your gift to them, and you take it home, delicately remove the price tag (we can’t let them know how much you actually spent on them… this could be a good or bad thing, depending) and place it in a perfect sized box.

Then you take this perfect present, placed inside this perfect sized box, and wrap it perfectly, with the perfect color of bow and cute name tag that tells who it is to, and definitely tells who it is from. You are finished with this gift, so you place it under the perfectly sparkling Christmas tree and await its opening day.

Upon Christmas morning, every child, who has awoken way earlier than their normal schedule, and therefore are much to cranky, much to early looks forward to opening all these glittery presents that are supposedly perfect. And all the adults are curious as to what are in their own presents (oh don’t tell me your not!).

Then the unwrapping ceremony begins. For some families it is an all out brawl as everyone opens all their presents all at once. Others ceremoniously take turns, making sure that each opens a present before they get to open two, making sure to take their time and appreciate each present, announcing who it is to and from and taking at least three pictures of each person holding it up (mine happens to be this kind).

When it is all said and done, that perfect present that you got for each person, and wrapped so perfectly is lying on the floor, wrapping spread out around everyone (no matter which method your family uses, unless they are weird and clean as they go).

We did all this work, for at least one whole month out of our year for this, this interesting ritual. It seems life sometimes works this way.

You spend so much time doing something, pouring your whole heart and soul into it, making sure you are doing it right, perfecting your art, or paper, or work, or sport, or college application, and sometimes all that becomes of it is some silly thing that you never wanted in the first place surrounded by a whole bunch of garbage. You are grateful for the thing you do have, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it feels as if all this preparation should have amounted to more. More of something. More satisfaction, more money, more friends, more scholarships, more weight lost, more, more, more…. something. You feel as if it isn’t really exactly what you wanted, and feel like if you would have just expressed more what you wanted, it might have come  a little bit more true.

Because no matter what present you buy people, unless they asked for it directly, no matter how perfect you seem to think it is for them, the outcome will most likely leave both of you feeling a little hollow inside. Yes they are appreciative, but what are they going to do with yet another Rubik’s Cube, really?

How is it we get it in our minds that this something is really going to make everything perfect, especially since the outcome is yet so different than that of which we have in our minds? How do we fall into this illusion?

I mean really how many times does a kid grow up to be exactly as he or she dreamed?

~Miss Myké

Just try not using me. . . you can’t.

Have you ever thought about sentence punctuation?

I mean really thought about it, and our affects on its well being and overall health?

I think that this little thing -> . <- (in between the arrows) is the most overworked inanimate object in the history of writing. I especially make it do its job just way too much.

The period ends up doing its job, and filling in for most of the inadequacies of the other punctuation marks. The only punctuation that I can think of right now that the period does not make an appearance in is the comma (,) and even then the comma had the guts to model itself after the period.

Then there is the ellipsis who triples the workload of this poor period, at least he is suppose to give it some space in between, but that rarely happens.

The Colon (:), it just makes the period do acrobatics upon itself, I am surprised it never falls over from atop that little point. . .

And the semi-colon(;), it cannot decide whether it wants to be a cheap imitation of the period, or the actual period itself, so it chooses to do both, and make the period do acrobatics still.

Of course I might appreciate the exclamation point (!) if i didn’t know better. I have done some research, and in fact, the exclamation point is just a period thrown at the wall and its decent to the ground. Oh the poor beat up thing.

At least with the question mark (?) there was some creativity thrown on top of the period to at least make it think it looks pretty most of the time.

Oh that poor little period, all the trouble it goes through, just to make sure we can have coherent sentences to read. Of course, we writers salute you and all your hard work for us. Without you, we would make no more sensethanasentancewithnocaplitalizationnospacesandnostructuretomakesurethatitisunderstandableandnottoohardtoread

Nor, is too overbearing to the reader to look at. Yes, you little dotty thing, you save most of us from the embarrassment of run-on sentences, and incomplete thoughts.

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~Miss Myké

(P.S. The period would like to thank the following punctuation marks, no matter how little they are used, for giving him a break: /<>_+-=&^%$£@*~`’”[]{}\|)

(Even though now he realizes what he just said really sounds like a whole bunch of swearing…)

Compulsive Materialism

Let’s talk about stores. Right now.

Stores are like huge shops, where you can get everything. People gather in their transportation of choice outside of these gigantic buildings, arranging themselves into neatly stacked rows all in order and making sure to secure it. They clamber into the enclosed spaces through holes in the structurally sound walls, and gasp as they see the sheer bounty of all of the stuff that they can purchase for monetary sacrifice.

In fact, the items that are there are in such plenty that anyone can have virtually anything they can think of, or see. Heck, I wouldn’t doubt the stores would sell customers the cardboards cutouts used to hold the items for a good enough price….

Anyway there are all sorts of these kinds of places. Places that sell just things to cover our beautiful God created flesh, things to eat, things to just drink, things to give to children to break and destroy, things that sparkle on your ears and wrists and fingers, things that you read, things that you really don’t need but are fun anyway, things that drive you to more places like this, things to listen to, things to watch, there are even places like this that come together and collectively share one big roof. These are like the marketplaces of stores and they are called Malls…

These stores, even though they all have the same function, they compete against each other. They put videos on television screens that you bought in a store that tell you to come where their stuff is so that you can buy that instead of someone else’s stuff. They make huge posters and get people to dress up in crazy outfits and wave around signs, just to get you to walk through their wall holes. They spend the money that they have been given for their stuff to get stuff to make their store more appealing or enticing. 

In short, stores are either the best or the worst thing that has ever happend to the human race. 

The only thing I wonder is if it is good for us in such large quantities, or if this just causes more confusion and unhappiness than before we had the choice.

~Miss Myké

Its a big, big house… with lots and lots of space

So, I find it difficult for me to admit, but I live in a big house.

Yes, I hate it too.

Because you know, you have that thing where everyone thinks the girl who lives in a huge house is rich, and snotty. Well most people are really really surprised when they drive up my driveway, and that is a good thing to know… but still I don’t want to be pinned as someone that lives in a big house.

I know, I know, there are people out there in third world countries that don’t even have homes… and right here in the United States for that matter. 

But that is just my point, what is the point?

I mean, you do have a whole ton more space than about 99% of the humans on this planet all to yourself. And, of course, you can train for the next winter marathon right in the comfort of your own home. And there always is the fact that if you love to paint, you can paint huge everlasting murals on the walls of your house and have a full art gallery for you and the other members of your family to enjoy. 

I personally don’t want to run a marathon, need more space than other people that have smaller homes, or paint THAT much (I am having trouble finishing my room alone…) And besides living in a huge house makes the members so separated from each other.

Besides, parties suck when you have a big house, especially when its a small group of people, more space breaks people apart. 

I mean, that the more room you have for people to be liberated, the more they are going to take  the most advantage of it. 

You would think this would actually solve many argument problems…. it really doesn’t. After the incident, you just go hide off in the little corner of the house and feel alone. More alone than ever. 

Space just sucks sometimes. 

I really hate it when something has the adverse effect that was intended.

~Miss Myké

(Also big kitchens are the worst…. I don’t like to have walked a marathon just to cook me up some supper!)

You have what it takes

I think you have what it takes is such a cop-out phrase.

I mean, really, what does that tell you?

I would like to know what exactly I have that makes me be able to do it. 

And wait a second, I would also like to know what the “it” is. What exactly am I needing things to do in the first place?

I think it is what people say when they don’t know what else to say, and are just trying to keep the conversation moving in an uplifting direction.

Or maybe it is said in such conversations because the writer, or speaker, wants the reader, or listener, to know that they believe in them.

I guess that is nice too sometimes.

~Miss Myké 

Are you kidding me!

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Yes, this is true, what kind of planet do we live on?

But really? Do we humans have the observational skills of dimwits? I would hope, that someone, in the future, will look through the window to see if the cab is occupied before planting parking tickets under the wiper. Seriously NYPD, use those noodle brains of yours.

Sigh.