Firstly, I’m old. It’s no longer “I feel old,” it most certainly is “I am old.”
Because I sure as shit don’t want to be considered young, and be lumped into the bullshit mess of humanity that today’s youths are finding acceptable to be growing up with.
Holiday shopping is a depressing endeavor that seems to get worse every year in regards to as it’s a great time to expose one’s self to the legions of mainstream shit floating around in today’s trends and commerce. I hardly go into shopping malls anymore these days, favoring to inhumanly shop for things online and have things delivered straight to me, but this time of year, it’s sometimes unavoidable to not go places, in order to instantly acquire gifts and wares. That being said, I found myself in a Spencer’s Gifts, a store I reminisce about having neon lights, and selling stuff more to the Hooter’s restaurants credo: delightfully tacky, yet unrefined. Now, I’d imagine Spencer’s Gifts probably more operating on a credo of “internet memes, vulgarity, and tasteless shit; if it hooks it, makes money.”