The day after Thanksgiving

Thursday was Thanksgiving.

Well, it is an American Holiday with its history traced back to its founding time. I only know it has something to do with tha pilgrims. Well...I thought it was a little weird to be holding hands with the family and saying thanks for my family.

That was the perfect answer. At least, that was the impression I got.

Everyone said thanks for their family. But I cannot understand why their actions do not recoincide with their thoughts.

As for me, I said thanks for my life, for the opportunity to be there right then and the wonderful company I was in.

I thank God for my family too, but I think I would prefer to show that with my actions rather than just paying lip-service.

Anyhow, the day after Thanksgiving is what is commonly known as Black Friday.

Nope, it is not friday the 13th. It is the 23rd.

It is called black friday because it is the day after thanksgiving when people charge to the stalls and grab Christmas Presents.

Why do they do that? I don't know. It is not like they get money or what.

Anyhow, stalls open at 4am.

Yes, I can't believe it. But that was really what I saw as I walked to the train station on Friday.

I left for Philadelphia at 415am. I woke up--no, I should say, I was supposed to wake up--at 3am to get ready but I ended up not being able to sleep.

I think it was probably due to the Dunkin Donut coffee which I had for dessert, which was wha...powerful.

That aside, Thanksgiving itself was an eye-opener.

In terms of behavioral response exhibited by people.

Like...guests who are obviously ill-mannered and there purely for the sake of eating.

Very sad. Very very sad.

I am a helper in the house. I am supposed to be taking care of the kids.

But I willingly help out with the housework because the chores are just enormous. I see my host struggling with the turkey. I just couldn't stand there and do nothing! My conscience was crying!!! And so, I was there practically drying dishes for the whole night!

That really didn't matter, if I hadn't seen people of the family who really should be helping up strolling around and trying to mommy some kid who is obviously being taken care of already.

I used to have such a good impression. It was just shattered after that night.

She is really the exact depiction of what others have said. She just walks in late for the party, eats, and leaves.

She is always saying things about how busy she is and how much work she has to do.

And I guess the most irking part is, she always appears the day after the house is cleaned and walks around the house with her boots.

The house is cleaned once a week. The whole house is airconditioned. The whole of the second storey is carpeted. I hope that is enough reason for me to be irked out.

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Whatever it is, I was toying with the thought of not being around with the family during Thanksgiving next year should I stay.

And before you punch me in the mouth on this decision, maybe you should give me the opportunity to explain in my later posts.

For now, I shall just say that I am keen on the idea of traveling over the holiday.

We shall see...