Mother’s Day in America

Christopher Hitchens last words, “Capitalism, Downfall.”

Over the past few weeks, I’ve spent money like a good American consumer on stuff for the apartment I have rented in Montgomery. Furniture, bed, desk, food, cleaning supplies, etc. This entire escapade of spending money on stuff has sliced away some of my serenity. The paper tickets referred to as money, which appear to be so valuable for most individuals, are part of my problem. Money can be defined as an abstract entity. The other part of my problem appears to be a particular power these tickets have within our society. The amount of tickets in the positive or negative can generate labels on an individual, place, or thing.

To shop for anything other than food appears to be unhealthy for me. I witnessed thousands of people today buying mother’s day presents, cards, flowers, and balloons. Cars in traffic jams and cash registers within stores that had long lines. Today, I bought my mother nothing. The chaotic race to enter buildings with tickets and purchase a fake expression to display gratitude for my mother does not appeal to me.

There appears to be a social pressure meshed within these special days that are made up within the American society. Everyday can be mother’s day. Instead of buying a mother’s day card in a store, take the time to sit down and make a mother’s day card. That appears to be more genuine than a employee at Hallmark.

To make many phone calls throughout the year to mother appears to be more authentic than a phone call today and saying, “Happy Mother’s Day.” If an individual looks at the bigger picture, today appears to be a gemic for American businesses to make money.

Are other societies celebrating Mother’s Day? I wonder if the people of Aleppo stopped searching for food and shelter for this special day. A bird’s eye view of capitalism appears to be very disruptive.