2022…And now what?

Ever wonder where some of my material comes from?

Have you ever asked yourself, “why?”

If you are like me, this time of year is depressing. I have put a lot of thought into this conundrum, and I think I know why.

Before I ruminate on this subject or dazzle you with my sheer genius, hit that follow button. Blogs are marketing tools, and I am a writer.

On to the reason for the blues.

Even with a normal Christmas, our lives have been upended for damned near two years. Truly, I get the idea this is all about big pharma getting rich at our expense. Yes, I know too many who have died from this horrible disease. I had it twice. Once when we were being told, it was nothing to worry about. There is nothing to see here; it is not transmissible from human to human, and so on. Yeah, I had it in early 2020.

I have the antibodies, and I am triply jabbed. Oh wait, this vaccine does not protect you from this new variant but get boosted anyway.

I heard them talking about the normal flu shot. It seems they missed it this year but, they still want you to get the flu shot, even though it will not work. “Why?”

When I was young, the only way to get something I really wanted was to wait for a birthday or Christmas. I suspect that is standard for many people. Our behavior becomes the standard for our reward. Do your chores, don’t hit your sister, take out the trash, and so on. We had Santa Jesus, and this generation has that elf on the shelf.

All of us were swallowing these lies completely.

Christmas and my birthday were ruined when I learned how to earn money. While I was never materialistic per, say I became affluent in little time, once I entered the work world. I had skills that were in demand.

When the phrase, I’ll be home for Christmas became germane is when I was spending my life in hotels, airports, and data centers. You haven’t lived until you have sat on the floor at a frozen airport for thirteen hours on Christmas Eve.

There is a price for affluence. The more it grows, the more complex and cumbersome your life becomes. I laugh every time I hear someone use the term white privilege. They have no fucking clue what they are talking about. It is a way to take a jab at a white person by calling them a racist using another term.

The holidays take on a whole new meaning as an adult. You go from “I want, to what can I get for…”

I get asked all the time what I want for Christmas or a birthday. I tell them, hug me like you mean it, and then spend some time with me.

I want to know what is going on in their lives. I truly want to keep that connection alive.

One of my friends gave me a coffee cup that had the first lines from some of the greatest books ever written.

That gift was special. She knows I am addicted to coffee, and, as a writer, I appreciate those types of things.

Speaking of cups, if any of my family or friends are reading this, I would really like a cup that holds at least 16 oz.

Yes, I could fill the cabinet with them but, each cup someone gets for me, I remember who gave it to me, and I think of them while I am sipping on my coffee.

I have some younger friends who have told me that they can hardly wait for Friday or the weekend.

I chuckle as I have been there. Usually, it was after a month of hotels in towns nobody ever visits, chasing a trail from someone who hacked into a mainframe and did a sloppy job of it.

Time is the great equalizer.

There are some horrible people in this world who have made their fortunes fucking everyone around them. Excuse the F-bombs but, they are prudent when talking about people like this.

They, like the rest of us, will die. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there is no escape from it.

Imagine Jack Palance is sitting in front of you as I type this. He holds up one finger and tells you to just remember this one thing.

You ask him, “great, what is the one thing?”

He tells you that’s what you must figure out. Once you do and hold true to that one thing, nothing else means shit.

The lines and name Jack are from an older movie called City Slickers.

You say TW, what is that one thing?

Can you guess? I have alluded to it throughout this blog post. What is it I asked of people for a gift?

Time

Time is a precious commodity. It is, as Lincoln said, your stock in trade.

When your child or your parent spends time with you, it is precious. When you give of your time, it is also dear and should be appreciated.

I have spent time in ‘retirement homes’ with those who will soon breathe their last breath. Thanks to covid, I can no longer smell urine. There is a bright side to this scourge on humanity. These folks have many tales to tell, and I will make time for them. One of them loved a series of books I wrote. I went back to speak with him about the next one, and he was no more. He died that morning.

Will you be home for Christmas?

Will you be using zoom or some other technology to go over the river and through the woods?

Will you get what you always wanted, or have you matured enough to realize that things are not important? You can buy things. Can you buy love, happiness, hope for the future? Can you purchase the warmth of a hug that comes from the heart?

I am not telling you not to buy something for someone but, make sure what you buy comes from that intimate knowledge that you have of them, much like that coffee cup with the first lines on it. Did she get lucky or, did she give it thought?

What will you do?

Not to belabor the point, but these words to you are a gift from me to you. It takes time to write, edit and post such things, and I do this because I think you are worth it. I value each of you, especially those of you who write blogs and are not just trying to sell stuff.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and or Happy Holidays.

Much Love -TW

Author: AuthorTWScott

Author, Writer, Artist, Graphic Artist ... Over 32 published novels crossing many genres. www.authortwscott.com

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