...to my BFF's I go...blah blah blah. It is Thanksgiving Day. I am taking roasted vegetables - found an awesome recipe HERE at I LOVE VEGAN BLOG. BFF is being amazing and offered to use vegan butter for all the butter stuff as well. I couldn't ask for more support. I am blessed.
But, I won't be hanging out on social media today, or tomorrow, or probably for most of the weekend. I find this whole holiday, including the insanity of Black Friday and the gorging on dead birds filled with antibiotics and growth hormones pretty fucking disgusting and an excuse for people to be the absolute worst of humanity's First World Brats.
Its odd here as well because this is also THE main week of the State Holiday also known as GUN SEASON. Meaning, Monday was the first day every redneck in every holler went to get a license to kill and walked out into the woods with the intent on shooting at every fucking thing that moves.
There was a shit ton of death this week in this state. Did anyone other than me feel it throughout the Universal heartbeat?
So, no, I don't want to see anymore Facebook pictures of your fabulous giant bird, your dead deer with you posing beside it smiling from ear to ear and holding up that trophy rack.
I'm saddened and I'm worn. I sat with the Moon last night and asked her to hold me close and guide me, to keep me strong and watch over everything. Everything without a voice. Everything that we ignore and use and pretend doesn't matter. Everything that we just don't think about while we stuff our faces with flesh and pie.
I want to believe there are people in the world that see it like I do. I want to have faith that there is a place for us but I'm not really seeing it lately. Maybe I am just looking during the wrong week...