With all due respect to my Mexican friends, neighbors, and strangers, I hate Cinco de Mayo! Like St. Patrick’s Day, I view it as another holiday that has been exploited in order to drum up sales from white people wanting to be drunk, yet trendy, and in the right spot. Forget that Cinco de Mayo’s a celebration of the Mexican army surviving in a struggle against vastly superior French forces. Getting drunk and overeating (as if we needed more encouragement) is a much, much better use of American’s time and money. I try to put on a brave face every year when getting dragged out to attend the long wait for dinner. Drink my damn margarita, eat some flour and meat combination with a festive name, and NEVER, NEVER, EVER complain about how silly I think this is. This year, if I may humbly say so, was my best year yet.
Unfortuantely, I think that tonight brought about a stark change in my overall view of life. Before a recent series of events that I’ve been to, I would think that people should be free. They should be allowed to be stupid, frivolous, rude jerks. I mean people should be free, right? I noticed some of the peculiarities to which people lend themselves to when intoxicated. If I wanted to control people, I’d give them liquor that will distract them (and make them feel miserable and unproductive the next day), food that will weaken their health, holidays that don’t require any particular reverence to celebrate, music that is filled with words, sounds, and concepts that a retarded two-year could come up with. Maybe all the time and effort spent to raise individuals up, to make people better has truly been wasted. Maybe people need to be controlled, not with outright force, but with subtle, more friendly coercive forces. Maybe the party is that friendly control. I might be getting too serious about this, but I sit and watch people become weaker spiritually and freedom slipping away from us all, and I wonder… Damn, if only I had a few more drinks.
Anyway, that’s all I’ll write. I could go on, and into more detail. It won’t bring out the best in me to dwell on the remainder of the evening. The melatonin is starting to kick in just at the right time. Joy — tonight I will sleep…
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