So, tell me again when the world is supposed to end?
You know, that whole Mayan thing about the calendar running out of days or pin-up girls or whatever. See, the thing is, if the world really is gonna end, I honestly don’t think I have the energy to get out there and Christmas shop. For nothing.
I’m no good at it at the best of times anyway.
I suppose I could give out the presents early, especially considering I still have a box full of last year’s presents that never made it to their intended recipients. They’re around here somewhere (except for the one or two bags of gourmet jelly beans I accidentally stress ate by mistake).
Feeling that ‘ol ADHD holiday overwhelm
I don’t know about you, but it just seems so unfair that in addition to the usual discombobulation of the festive season, I also have to weigh in a prediction about the end of the world. I mean, what impact does that have on returns? It’s all just too much logistics for me.
It’s not even December yet and already I feel the pressure of running behind. Not just on shopping (although I admit just seeing the signs for “Black Friday” pretty much summed up my mood, and not just for Friday.)
And I’m Canadian. I shouldn’t even have to be worrying about whether or not it’s unpatriotic to go to “Black Friday” sales. Really, it’s just one more thing to factor into my Christmas shopping dilemma: who to shop for; trying to guess who’ll buy for me and make sure I’m not caught empty-handed and embarrassed when I don’t have anything for them (again); getting presents to people on time; not overspending; having to sift through a bag of old wrapping paper that looks like a litter of boxer puppies lived in it for the first six weeks of life just because I feel guilty about buying new paper what with the environment and all… Oi! It’s just too much.
And it’s not just Christmas. It’s the whole, here’s winter again already routine.
Take winter tires.
It’s a miracle any of us lives past 20 when you think about it.
As I said, I’m Canadian. That means snow, and lots of it. And ice. And hail, and freezing rain, and… oh, you don’t even want to know. It’s a miracle any of us lives past 20 when you think about it.
For a month now, I’ve been telling myself, “Go get your winter tires.”
No, there’s no snow on the ground yet. I’ll wear them down before the winter’s even here. Then what?
“Ya, but the second there is snow, everyone and their uncle will be doing the same thing and you’ll have to wait for weeks and they’ll run out of tires like that year back in, oh I don’t remember the date, but it’s happened before, not a winter tire to be found anywhere in the country, hundreds, maybe thousands of motorists were SOL, you don’t want to be one of them, do you? And you live in the snow belt. Call now. Call today! Do it do it do it!”
Today we got 2 inches of snow. We’re supposed to get 8 more overnight. And I have no snow tires.
I guess it’s not the end of the world.
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