Like shouting drunks waving their arms in a crowded bar, the advertisements scream across my laptop screen. “Click here for a deal” and “sign up to buy this product” are the most common. My children squeal behind my sore shoulders, with excitement about shopping. I feel like I’ve failed. This is the season for joy not commerce. That’s the lie I hold onto like an unraveling blanket.
November and December are a dark, mean monolith, imposing its evil will over people who can’t stop purchasing temporary highs.
What do I want for Christmas? I want what I already have. Uncle Waylon was right. The only two things that make life worth livin’ are guitars that tune good and firm feelin’ women. I have both and the latter love to shop.
I know I’m wrong, to most people who will skim this. It’s the times, the world spin around on, that dictate we buy things and collect others. But if you can’t take any of it with you when the final dusk refuses to give way to dawn, then the accumulation, the buying, the hording of stuff, is hollow.
Socks and underwear and cheap cologne have never seemed more special. I hope my kids get me all three, on sale.
This is my 210 word response to Trifecta writing Challenge’s “Hollow” http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
For Cyber Monday, I implore ya’ll to head to your favorite music purchasing site and help Billy Idol out. His unfairly maligned, not as bad as you think, five years ahead of its time, concept album, Cyberpunk is on sale for as low as $6. Get me a copy too, please. My anti-materialistic rant comes with a theme song and it’s not Uncle Waylon Jennings. Here’s something loud, serious, and punk….Bad Religion’s 21st Century Digital Boy…Ho Ho Ho