Somehow the holidays bring out the worst in people. I strongly believe that. The events in Omaha yesterday don't really do much to disprove my theory. Sure, this kid probably had some deep-rooted issues to begin with but one can see how being bombarded with faux Christmas spirit and discount offers from electronics superstores can lead any sane person towards complete mental breakdown. There is so much pressure to be jolly and charitable that it's rather like reverse psychology. Why SHOULD I be happy? Because the nice lady on TV tells me so? Right...
A particular description from the article struck me:
"Hawkins carried out his shooting spree from the third floor of the Westroads Mall, the bullets from his rifle cutting through the sound of Christmas music as he terrorized shoppers and employees."
Bullets and Christmas music, shopping and terrorism. It's all so wonderfully absurd. Yet it's a reminder that even though our perception of reality has been temporarily suspended in a vortex of tinsel and glitter, it's still there. Life IS absurd and random, that's the scary part. It's almost like for a month and a half we all live in this supra-reality, strangely Matrix-like, in which we are completely oblivious to the world around us. Instead, we agonize over what to give to whom for Christmas.
So in the end, in the interest of making life a lot easier for all of you just buy my the David Yurman knotted chain earrings with diamond drops for a mere 500 dollars. Happy shopping!