Easter. The E-ster. The big E. Not to be confused with smogon user MrE
According to the dictionary, Easter is “a Christian feast commemorating the Resurrection of Jesus.” So to clarify, I am Catholic, so I do celebrate Easter and (usually) go to Easter mass (I have a legit excuse for that time I missed it, really). But beyond the original reason why people celebrate on Easter, we now have the Easter bunny and all that. I thug it up with the Easter bunny. He’s my boy. Back when I was a little kid, my parents asked me who my favorite super hero was. I said the Easter bunny was my second favorite superhero because he gave me chocolate and candy. Only Santa was a better superhero in my 4 year old mind. I also think that I misheard the question, but had this story retold to me a while ago and thought it was funny. Apparently I do like things other than candy and chocolate, but that’s not to say that I don’t like candy. There’s a reason why I still celebrate Halloween!
So Easter is basically that day in March/April (other than Saint Patty’s day) where I go and chill with my extended family. It’s pretty great; growing up, we all lived within an hour of each other, so while Easter wasn’t special in that regard, it was always one of the more fun holidays growing up. We used to have Easter egg hunts out in my grandparents’ backyard, have some good food (grandparents are seriously the best cooks), and celebrate any birthdays that were happening that month, if we hadn’t celebrated them already. It was pretty great; our whole family seems to get along…I think. I haven’t noticed any fights or anything of the sort recently. Of course, that’s different now that I’m in college and really far from home. Still, I managed to treat myself to a nice dinner at a restaurant that was sort of like the Cheesecake Factory this year. I would go into the great story of the hour long walk back to campus after realizing that I didn’t have enough to take public transport back to campus, but I don’t think that’s entirely relevant.
There was always something magical about the holiday of Easter. It was always fun to participate and win in Easter egg hunts. It was awesome to know that I was the best egg finder of all time; sorry, other kids. Better luck next year. The magic of being the best: that’s another important aspect of Easter.
And as I’ve mentioned throughout, the food of Easter is awesome. If you can have cookies for breakfast, I damn well can have candy as a separate meal. Opening up those plastic eggs to get candy was the best. Real eggs were cool, too, especially since you got to paint those. However, let’s be honest: I’m going to take Nerds over egg yolk. Not to mention that painted eggs always seem to have the paint color the egg on the inside, which is definitely not very appetizing in my mind. Doctor Seuss’s green eggs can go shove it; it looks unappetizing. But there is more to eating than eggs and candy on Easter…sort of. As I mentioned before, my family would always meet up on Easter and celebrate. While the type of food we had varied, the aspect of family coming together and eating was always pretty cool. But let’s get back to talking about candy and chocolate and all of that good stuff. Wait, how did I forget to mention chocolate? I come from a family of chocoholics, and I must say that I’m guilty as charged. Chocolate is amazing. Those chocolate Easter bunnies were – and still are, mind you – amazing. Thank goodness the superhero Easter bunny saved me…from my hunger.
Oh yeah, there’s the whole religious aspect, too. Saving people from sins is pretty cool. It’s probably a bit cooler than saving me from hunger.
So if I had to sum it up, here’s what I’d have to say about Easter. Easter’s a day where I can get on a massive sugar high, eat good food, hang with family, and even say thanks to Jesus. If I remember. But I usually do. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a pretty sweet day to me.
However, it is very important to recognize that while Easter is a special day, it is not a day that we can take for granted. We must perform our daily duties and respect it like any other day. There are some universal truths to Easter that must be obeyed, despite it being special. We must still live. We must still breathe. We must still eat. Billymills sux.
Thank you.
Man, now that I’m thinking about it, I should have made my essay about my past Easter. It actually is a pretty hilarious story of a boy who only had 81 cents and could not afford public transportation back home, all the while feeling sick to his stomach and simultaneously needing to use the restroom for the majority of around an hour long walk. But I’m already well over 750 words. Sucks for you all.