I'm back. The days before Christmas are lovely in that shops are open on a Sunday. So for all of us who have this shopping addiction, that's a very good thing. I've bought 2 pairs of shoes which I didn't need but wanted. Shopping for things you actually need isn't much fun, it's the shopping for the things you don''t need which makes it such a remarkable past time. I know there's so much talk about the credit crunch and people feeling the pinch, but Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without the shopping. I also got stopped a few times by people saying they saw me in diapers yesterday on OneTV. That means I'm going to kill my brother. Me in diapers? For God's sake, and they weren't even designer ones. Oh no, it's not happening. People may think I was cute, but me in diapers is not on. Period.
So hopefully the Christmas cheer will start soon. I hope so. Christmas is magic. There is no Christmas without presents, and no Christmas without little people. For once, I really wish I could pull a female Santa, but that's not going to be easy. Because while male Santas are expected to have the bulge, there is no way on earth (Netherlands included) I could pull a female Santa fighting the battle of the bulge. But seeing we don't have to go through chimneys, perhaps I could get away with just ringing on the front door. Would love that. I'd just look and look for the ones left alone, the ones who will be having a solitary Christmas, and the ones with a sad look in their eyes. There are so many of those when you start thinking seriously about it. But I cannot even do that. It's frustrating when you find yourself so close and yet so far. Worse still, it's sad. We do not choose whom we love, that's dear old Freud who'd have a field day today and be very rich thanks to me. And sometimes we love those who perhaps do not deserve to be loved, but paradoxically we love them more. There is also a reason for everything we do, although some people can never see that. The equation goes something like ... making somebody happy = making me happy. In some way, it is selfish, but far better than making somebody unhappy.
Another thing which makes me fume. Some things, I want to keep to myself. I have all the right to. If I were challenged in the reproduction area, then perhaps I'd want to keep that to myself. If I were challenged in the mental area, perhaps I'd want to keep that to myself also. I could never keep me and the battle of the bulge secret for obvious reasons. And here is where and why little people are the best in the world. They see though the bulge, through the reproductive system and all of that. It is us adults who are warping the little people's mind. For people like me, walking with little people is a liberating experience. Because for these little people, the extra kilograms do not carry much weight. They see right through it, it doesn't affect them, they are still swinging on my arm and trying to hug me although their arms will never go completely around me. And that is something I cannot control. I am not about to push away these little people. Because if they are able to see past all of this, then I can only thank them for the lesson they have taught me. And yes, I love them. All.
So hopefully the Christmas cheer will start soon. I hope so. Christmas is magic. There is no Christmas without presents, and no Christmas without little people. For once, I really wish I could pull a female Santa, but that's not going to be easy. Because while male Santas are expected to have the bulge, there is no way on earth (Netherlands included) I could pull a female Santa fighting the battle of the bulge. But seeing we don't have to go through chimneys, perhaps I could get away with just ringing on the front door. Would love that. I'd just look and look for the ones left alone, the ones who will be having a solitary Christmas, and the ones with a sad look in their eyes. There are so many of those when you start thinking seriously about it. But I cannot even do that. It's frustrating when you find yourself so close and yet so far. Worse still, it's sad. We do not choose whom we love, that's dear old Freud who'd have a field day today and be very rich thanks to me. And sometimes we love those who perhaps do not deserve to be loved, but paradoxically we love them more. There is also a reason for everything we do, although some people can never see that. The equation goes something like ... making somebody happy = making me happy. In some way, it is selfish, but far better than making somebody unhappy.
Another thing which makes me fume. Some things, I want to keep to myself. I have all the right to. If I were challenged in the reproduction area, then perhaps I'd want to keep that to myself. If I were challenged in the mental area, perhaps I'd want to keep that to myself also. I could never keep me and the battle of the bulge secret for obvious reasons. And here is where and why little people are the best in the world. They see though the bulge, through the reproductive system and all of that. It is us adults who are warping the little people's mind. For people like me, walking with little people is a liberating experience. Because for these little people, the extra kilograms do not carry much weight. They see right through it, it doesn't affect them, they are still swinging on my arm and trying to hug me although their arms will never go completely around me. And that is something I cannot control. I am not about to push away these little people. Because if they are able to see past all of this, then I can only thank them for the lesson they have taught me. And yes, I love them. All.
