Thanksgiving
In all my life, I have never understood the excitement behind Thanksgiving. I am often told it’s about getting together with family. Well, maybe I don’t understand because I’m from a small family. The biggest Thanksgiving gathering I can remember involved me, my folks, and both sets of grandparents. And that, my friends, was a long time ago.
For me, Thanksgiving is just another meal… Granted, you don’t get to have a big turkey and stuffing too often, but the rest of the stuff? I don’t understand the fascination with the food. It’s mostly stuff you can get any other time of year (green beans, corn, peas, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc).
I’m also not one to completely gorge myself on the Thanksgiving dinner… I don’t get that “I’m so stuffed I can’t eat dinner” feeling. We usually have Thanksgiving dinner around 1 or 2 pm (this year at noon) and by 6 or 7 pm, I’m ready for another full meal.
I’m also not one to want turkey sandwiches… by the time I’m done with the bird for the big meal, I don’t want to see turkey again for another couple of weeks. Then again, I don’t do leftovers much anyway. What’s the real enticement here? Why does everyone go wild over Thanksgiving? Is there something I’m missing? Something I’m not seeing?
In fact, the biggest thrill I get out of Thanksgiving is a couple days off from work which turns into a four-day weekend. Believe me, it couldn’t have come at a better time for me this year, because I sure did need a break. So, that’s what Thanksgiving means to me: time off from work. Is that sad or normal?
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I don’t think its normal to feel the way you do, but I feel the same way. I don’t get it either. I don’t really even care for turkey that much. I do enjoy getting to see my family but I didn’t even do that this year. Tim and I went to Cracker Barrel and I had chicken fried chicken.