Idle musings of a distracted intellect

The time to care and give has finally befallen the mortals of this earth. Apparently Christmas is here, with Santa Claus and his minions chasing the millions into shopping marts and discount stores.
“Buy a kettle for your grand mother sir, it will do her good, when you forget her the next day, it will make her hot tea to push into another day”

The question arises if these things actually matter to anyone? I have often put my self through absolute agony in my quest of considering an answer to this question. A ridiculous procession of events forced down our throats by burger eating, beer guzzling obese oil freaks just to celebrate the birth of a very popular prophet- I forget his name.

In a very obtuse attempt to make myself considered and not discluded in a group indulging in absolute nothingness, has forced me to sway from my usual uncommitted self to start participating in a rather unrewarding custom of spending on utter mindless and useless gifts that will only be discarded the following morning. The only respite would be the rewarding and selfless gifts I have received, a few smokes and a pack of biscuits, which I am reasonably sure will be consumed by the rather uncaring pack of wolves in the room. (Living with four uncommitted-distracted people, who are searching for a fix- female company, a smoke, a fuck and attention- oh these fools!!)

A little bout of introspection hits (oh no, these times to think are utter moronic endeavors), I might even fall into the category of people following customs and attention seeking lost soul, searching for a pack to belong to. Allowing myself to believe that I am in the wrong part of town, and my pack, is waiting, knowing very well that I might belong only in a world of imagination and fantasies (which are a product of an imagination of another man, old and withering belong to another generation.)

Incessant invitations to throw myself into a path of mindless clicking and fiddling with the keyboards, where the language however critical I must be of it, I shall throw myself- a little distraction goes a long way!