I'm A Sucker

Bring it.

Marketing works on me. Strolling though the isles of Target two weeks before Christmas, I grabbed two 6 packs of Coca-Cola Classic in glass bottles from an end cap. We simply don't buy canned coke, plastic is out of the question. If we do happen to make a soda purchase, it's 365 Brand Root Beer or the occasional Coca-Cola Classic in a glass bottle. On to the story: as I grabbed the sodas J says " You're a sucker for target Marketing". Right then and there, I noted that I needed to give this observation a bit of thought. That thought surfaced again last night. I was talking to J about my recent literature indulgences (to remind you, I have now read all of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse novels in less than 6 weeks and have moved on to Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series), and I pondered wether or not HBO is owned by the same company who produced the Twilight film. It would make sense for the deeply influential parent companies to successfully market a vampire craze right in time for the holiday season. Although I have yet to research weather they are marketed with the same money, I assume the answer is yes. And this observation bums me out beyond belief and makes me mourn the day I finished Orwel's 1984. I left that book with an eye-in-the-back-of-my head sensation; I was not going to be foolish and naive of the persuasion that big money brings to the table. And although I acknowledge that living life as a sceptic can suck the bliss from almost everything, I also acknowledge how much fun it is to be willingly naive and take part in normal society type shit like drinking soda and reading soft-core porn vampire novels.

When it comes down to it, I simply need something that can help me relate to other humans. And unfortunately, that's not usually conversations about atheism and nutrition.