The windy days of late fall have arrived. I awoke to rain. I look outside the window from my bed and see the leaves falling. It is gray. A gray day.
I have decided it is best to stay back in my bedroom. One day I spent in the living room during this ankle recovery, and I found myself getting up to straighten this and to clean that.
At the end of that day I was miserable with pain. So I stay back here where I’m less inclined to be impulsive in my actions. Until I’ve gone to physical therapy and am farther along.
I know the weekend means people are out and about. I make it a habit not to go into any store except a grocery store from before Thanksgiving until after the first of the year. (And that includes Walmart, though I try to avoid that place as much as I can all the time. I’d much rather order from them online.)
Too much going on. Too many frantic people looking for the right gift. So intent on their quest that they do not consider the people around them.
I gave up all the gift giving some time ago. We adults, do we really need another blender or piece of furniture or shiny new coat?
There is need. And there is want. I use to think I truly needed many things. Now I see that it was really want.
We live in a country where people are trampled in stores to get to big box items, at times leaving someone dead. Can you imagine living your life knowing that human life was not as important as your quest to get to a seriously discounted TV before someone else could grab it? I can’t.
I’d much rather someone serve at a soup kitchen in my name. Or go to a nursing home and take gifts to those who have no visitors. Or to a women’s shelter. That has a lot more meaning for me than yet another nicely wrapped gift with my name on it.
I know many will not agree with me. That they look forward to gifts from loved ones. That it is an exciting time. And to each their own, certainly.
To me excitement is catching a hawk in my camera lens and getting a good shot. Or reading a good book full of twists and turns. Seeing the sun set or snow falling gently to the ground. The cardinals flitting about the patio.
I’m not trying to be a Debbie-Downer. (All the poor Debbies whose name is used with this expression!) I just think we have overdone a season when stores bring in Christmas trees in August, and we don’t get to enjoy one holiday before one months away is already being pushed on us.
When I look back, we didn’t buy our children dozens of gifts. To me that is way over the top. I think we go too far in trying to make the holiday shiny and bright and full of new toys.
Are some adults just trying to make up for the time they don’t spend with their children?
Walk into a restaurant and watch families as they sit waiting for their meals, each intent on their own little screen.
The incessant need to be “plugged in” in this country is overwhelming. I find it unnerving to see a mother walking across a parking lot with her eyes on her phone while her children are running willy-nilly in and out of traffic.
This need to constantly be “plugged in” while out running errands is what keeps me out of stores these days. I am so tired of hearing multiple conversations that could be spoken less loudly. Why not show more restraint? Just how much do I need to know about your date or argument with your husband?
In fact, why not turn the phone off in the store so that other shoppers can enjoy their browsing, and store clerks can be given more respect as they ring up purchases?
People have lost their sense of etiquette, if they ever had it, while out in public. Which means people like me shop online for everything they possibly can to stay out of the chaos. And that is a real shame for local stores.
What are your thoughts on this phenomenon of “constantly being plugged in” while out and about? And the need to buy, buy, buy?