So im sitting in Greg's room...on his computer...typing this. after we just got back from hardcore guy-shopping. ("guy shopping" means that we walked into various stores and wandered aimlessly and looked at crap that we wanted to get for ourselves before finally picking something remotely adequate for the person we were shopping for. its all perfectly normal)
obviously, this close to Christmas the mall was basically an exhibition of all things related to human depravity. each store seemed to be showcase of every base inclination of human nature, these milling masses of humanity on display there like so many creatures in a zoo. i stood outside (and inside some) and observed the behavior of these peculiar creatures all crammed into the same living space and competing for bits of metal and plastic (ironically paying for them with bits of metal and plastic). And through the whole thing all i could think was: "Oh how i love Christmas." Not odd for me really...i DO love Christmas and all things associated with it (including crowds...but NOT bad drivers), but it IS odd that when i sit down and think about it, i was just as intrigued by the act of watching people and analyzing their actions as i was by the act of buying my gifts. (and i LOVE buying gifts...i tend to go a bit overboard, its true) i guess that just says something about me. im not sure what, but i'm sure it does say something.
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