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your thoughts have summoned this post from hell so, as i pray... Home > Archives > 2008 > November > 13 Sixten Embodies my Thanksgiving ExperienceWhen I read this post, I got to thinking. My family’s traditional Thanksgiving dinner? I racked my brains as furiously as I could, but still food didn’t come to my mind. The thing that I remember when I think of Thanksgiving is how my family used to celebrate it together, and how we don’t anymore. Oh sure, I remember some small details of the celebrations. We usually had turkey, and cornbread, and sweet potatoes. But that’s pretty generic. Now, Thanksgiving doesn’t mean those things to me. It means a broken family. It means my parents’ divorce. It means spending the first half of the day with my father and the second half of the day with my mother. It means listening to my mother’s brother and my mother’s dead friend’s brother argue about whether or not all Muslims are terrorists, and whether or not we should exterminate them. It means holding my head and crying about the fucking idiot Jews in my family. It means too much food and no appetite. Riex said that the goal of the promotion was to relate a food to an anime blog, so maybe this won’t be a dominating contest entry. But winning a contest is secondary to my goal of getting this shit of my chest. Sixten represents brokenness. In fact, he is an emissary of it, what with his Miao-sensei comics that involve a genderbent, cat-eared, tsunderekko version of Jason. His blog is a bastion of it. His blog. My Thanksgiving. His blog. My life. His blog. My life. His blog. MY LIFE
So there you have it. Sixten, Sixten’s blog—they are like my Thanksgiving. Broken anime fans, broken families, whatever. Anime fans are like families, in that they can break. Excuse me, I’m going to go wallow in self-pity now. I might make a funnier entry for this contest at some point (like, Anti-Jason Brainwashing Cookies = me + drm + tj han + corydorf etc.). I might not. I DON’T KNOW. |
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Baka-Raptor said:
During my first year of college, I made the mistake of telling my friends that I wasn’t going home for Thanksgiving. They kept pestering me until I gave in to going to a friend’s house. It sucked. Ever since then, I’ve lied to everyone I’ve known so that I could spend Thanksgiving alone. I’d tell my parents I had to study. I’d tell my friends that I could only get cheap tickets home if I left late and returned early (i.e. leaving after them and returning before them). Worked every time. It’s even easier now that I don’t have friends anymore.
Spending Thanksgiving alone is awesome. I make tacos and watch tons of anime. The first year I spent Thanksgiving alone, I marathoned Berserk and Azumanga Daioh. It kicked ass. You should try it sometime.
lolikitsune said:
Is that why you don’t want to come to San Francisco? You’re afraid of having friends again?
Baka-Raptor said:
Get me a job. Then I’ll be your friend.
lolikitsune said:
If I could, and knew how, I would. It honestly pains me that I cannot help you.
D.J aka Sakura said:
To both of you guys I know this doesn’t help a jot, but (HUGE CYBER HUG).
We don’t have Thanksgiving in England, but Christmas was actually the one time of year I could look forward to.
My parents actually made the effort to not fight with each other and my mother cut back on the physical and mental abuse she would wreak on my brother and I.
Its odd that now my family is even more broken than it was back then. My brother no longer speaks to my mother, I haven’t heard from my father for about 6 years, my mother disowned me last year because I talked to my grandmother.
I’m actually so much less stressed than I used to be. Probably because I no longer fear for my life or my mental health on a daily basis.
I probably enjoy Thanksgiving more than hubby. I actually enjoy helping his mother bake and getting the place ready for everyone. I’m sure some would find it boring as hell, but his parents have made me feel so loved.
Its weird they treat me more like a daughter than my own I guess. But I think I’ll always be thankful they took their son’s wife. Who moved continents and didn’t know a soul and accepted her without a second thought into their family like I’d always been there.
So for me I guess it isn’t about the food, or even what movie we all end up watching together. Its all about spending time with the people I love.
lolkitsune, I’m sorry I subjected your blog to all that sap!
lolikitsune said:
Not at all. I’m touched. :’)