I flew a kite yesterday. It was Easter and while the context of the holiday is basically meaningless (and maybe a bit sad and pathetic) to me, the holiday itself is kind of nice. I’m not really going to get into it this year, but I do get salty at how some families use these “toys & candy” holidays as a way to string their kids along and… ffff, you guys don’t give a shit, right? If you do, I’ll talk about it, but frankly it’s tough to work up the saltiness needed to really explain my stance without subjecting myself to horrible stories on reddit or horrible videos on youtube of shitty parents throwing out Christmas gifts or locking their kids on their rooms for the Egg Hunt because they don’t believe. And what does that shit really have to do with those holidays anyway?
My family doesn’t do that. I don’t recall them ever having done that and I don’t think they ever would. I do find it odd how some members have suddenly become “all in” on the whole thing, but it makes them happy keeps them in check, and that’s pretty much all I care about. We should all be happy and we should all be less shitty people.
That’s kinda what I like about holidays like Easter these. The pleasant get-together part. The reminiscing and making plans parts. The food and fun, games, being away from work, etc. I think Thanksgiving is probably the best at this except that it’s usually too chilly outside to really enjoy it. If it’s cold enough, hot cocoa, a board game, and a roaring fire can take the place of Springtime fun, but I don’t think it can beat it. Being outside on a nice day, goofing around with some mindless fun or just sitting on the grass and enjoying the sun are pretty great.
Holidays like this have a new meaning for me. The kind that, let’s say I end up getting wifey’d-up and have a kid or whatever. Far fetched concept, I know, but let’s just say that happens. And let’s say that I luck out and the chick is not only rational but also not religious (I know that I’m asking for a lot here). I would have no problem doing Easter things to the point of convincing this fantasy woman of joining in.
But not the church part. That shit is weird.
Anyway, I think I used to really love Easter. I don’t think that I ever really loved the religious part of it. In fact, the more I think back, the less I think I ever really believed. I think I really just gave religion the same weight that I would give to Aesop’s Fables or The Giving Tree. And I completely ignored the holiday for a good few years – years that would probably be obvious for anyone who knows me to guess at. Here’s a chart:
tl;dr – Here’s a chart about my caring about Easter over the years. I don’t really care about it now but at least enjoy getting together with some family and flying a kite.
That reminds me, I really need to call my Dad before the end of the week.