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I don’t like winter, especially in the city. I’m the kind of person who needs sunlight. What’s it called….seasonal anxiety disorder? I don’t remember, but I know it’s something to do with getting depressed because there’s no sunlight. I like for things to be nice and bright as apposed to my husband who, like me in my teenage brooding years, preferrs the creepy comfort of a cave like atmosphere where the light is so dim you’re not sure if that moving blob in front of you is just a wobbly pile of laundry or that scary thing…you know…the one you never voice out loud for fear that aknowledging it’s existance will make it real and you’ll wake up with something hovering….Ok I gotta go take my ‘happy pills’. Be right back…

Anyway, I’m not a huge fan of winter. Not that I love summer either. I want to see the sun but Goddess forbid it touch me. I’m your typical redhead who, when exposed to sunlight, becomes a crispy little snack treat. Maybe I’ll market myself: ‘Prana Krispies – Deliciously Irish. Now available in ranch flavor!”

Speaking of ranch, thier commercials annoy the crap out of me. A typical ranch dressing commercials goes something like this “Look how a packet of ranch can turn ordinary chicken into ranch chicken!….Look how a packet of ranch can turn plain potatoes into ranch potatoes!” You get the idea. But what the hell else is it going to make? Of course a packet of ranch will make -insert food here- into ranch -insert food here-. Is that so amazing? Now if the commercial said ” Look how a packet of ranch can make spam into ranch beef wellington!” Or “Look how a packet of ranch can turn plain spinach dip into ranch bars of gold!” Then I would be impressed!

So it’s winter solstice or as the masses call it Christmas, which, unless your Christian is just mental. Christmas is a holiday for Christians. What we actually celebrate is Presents Day and you know it. You know for the last year or two I’ve been very uptight about religion. As a teen I was pretty anti-religion. It was partially that I was pissed at having been lied to for years, and partially rebellion and martyrdom. Lets face it, no one likes to go through life being guilted into obedience through religion only to grow up and learn how incredibly corrupt all, yes I said all, religions are. The rebellion thing I think is normal, especially if you have a good reason to rebel. Like your family is certifiable. And the martyrdom, well, I think we all try to be a martyr about something. People will deny it, but those people are liars. We all want to think we’re different, special, even better sometimes. Everyone wants to have a cause or a platform, everyone wants to stand on thier soap box and prove how much righter or holier or smarter they are at some point.

But I had an epiphany the other day about how judgemental we all are and about how we go through life telling ourselves we are better than other people so we can feel rightous. And in the end it’s all crap. Because you can go around thinking or even worse saying snide crap about people who listen to bubble gum pop or buy thier supposedly gothic clothes from the mall, and you can educate yourself about religion and politics and then judge the people who are ignorant but thats not gonna get you any brownie points. Being judgemental doesn’t change any minds, or hearts and in the end, why do we care if someone listens to Britney Spears or shops at Hot Topic? It’s thier life. And if someone follows a religion that is soooo contradictory and has no evidence to back it up (like, all religions) and it makes no sense, so what! Faith isn’t about proof, or even accuracy, it’s about something to believe in, something to give you hope and structure in an otherwise cold and chaotic world. And faith is personal, everyone believes their own thing and no two people believe exactly the same thing so in reality we all have our own individual religion and organized religion, like so many things in life, is an illusion. So get over it already.

Back to the subject: The holidays. I finished all my shopping. I normally don’t celebrate holidays because A. I’m poor, and B. I have few friends or family I can tolerate long enough to celebrate anything. But this year I started feeling all….maternal? Maybe it’s because my clock is ticking, I dunno. Anyway, I spent a lot of money on all the kids in the family and a few of the adults and then, as always happens, fate stepped in and bitch slapped me with a broken transmission. Isn’t it always that way? You think you have some extra dough so you treat yourself and five seconds later your house caves in or your cat starts barfing unidentifiable gunk. Fifteen hundred dollars?! I don’t have that much, but somehow I got it. So at least my hubby can get back and forth to work without someone killing him for his jacket. Which, lets face it, isn’t going to happen because we are too poor to afford jackets worth stilling but you know how a woried wife’s mind works and I’m twice as bad. Unfortunately, it means no one’s getting thier Xmas presents until after Xmas. But it’s the thought that counts right? I’ll be sure to ask the funeral parlor to etch that onto my tombstone when no one shows up for my funeral because thier presents were late.

Anyway, Merry Christmas, Blessed Solstice, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwanzaa and to all my close buddies, a Pleasant Paganmas! lol Good luck and blessings, Prana