Why is it that nothing brings out the asshole in people like the season of joy and goodwill toward men? Seems quite ironic, but it happens every year. It's like there's an air of negativity over the whole city. People are rude and in a constant rush and amazingly selfish -- if there's a toy their kid has to have, and if they have to cut people off on the road, park in a handicapped spot, and elbow another parent out of the way to get the last one, they're okay with that, as long as they get what they have to have.
I've almost been in two serious car accidents because someone got impatient and pulled out onto a main road while I'm going 45 mph, forcing me to slam the brakes to avoid a collision. Both times my horn was met with a litany of cursing and a middle finger from the other driver. That kind of stuff happens sometimes, but it seems to skyrocket with the holiday crowds. I saw two men on the verge of a fistfight over a parking spot at the mall.
People who've lost their jobs are spending more than they can afford, because they feel like they have to.
Many people find themselves depressed during the holidays, for a variety of reasons.
Why do we do this?
The next time the Grinch tries to steal Christmas, I think I'll take a break from the second precept and give him a hand.
"To reach beyond fear and danger we must sharpen and widen our vision. We have to pierce through the deceptions that lull us into a comfortable complacency, to take a straight look down into the depths of our existence, without turning away uneasily or running after distractions." -- Bhikkhu Bodhi
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." -- Heraclitus