I like to make analogies to explain things I don't completely understand. As an example, I think of writing as a process or pipeline that I send my ideas through until I end up with a finished product. This pipeline is where I recycle, refine, and edit what I want to say.
Just like any pipeline, this conduit can become clogged with hair, grease, and scum: ideas that can't come out clean, are stuck to the inside of the pipe, and are choking the flow. I have several hairballs stuck in the line right now and I need to get them out. Unfortunately, when I use the plunger and pull, the parts that come out don't make much sense. I don't know if its worth examing these clogging chunks too closely, as I'm happy enough to get them out of the pipe. This might take several pulls of the plunger.
I was driving home late last night up Ashland and saw two lots already filled with Christmas trees. Whoever buys one of those trees is going to have a pine skeleton and a floor full of needles by the time Santa visits. I get excited about the holidays. I enjoy the slowdown and the interrupted schedule. I like that my birthday is a week before so I can gather my friends and celebrate the holiday under the guise of my birthday.
It seems to be fashionable to shit on Christmas and describe it as too commercial, etc. Doesn't it get tiring being cynical about everything that crosses your path? Do you have enough energy left to laugh or are you too concerned with how genuine this holiday experience is? I know it's not cool to admit to liking anything that more than 1% of the population has even heard of, but try. Instead of looking past people to the latest thing, you might discover something real that you didn't know you had.