It has been brought to my attention that I may be a grinch. For those of you that were neglected as children and have not read Dr. Seuss’ “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, it is a story about how a disturbingly green furry monster tries to ruin Christmas for an entire town. The Grinch hates Christmas and all it stands for.
On some level I can sympathizes with the Grinch. The town did continually play Christmas music throughout the streets. And what’s worse is that Christmas is still on their minds the rest of the year. But this is where my sympathy ends. So does this make me a Grinch?
Well, I do hate my Christmas music. Ever since my days working at Canadian Tire having the same Christmas music on loop. Over and over again I heard “Little Drummer Boy”, “Momma Kissed Santa Clause”, and “Jingle Bell Rock”. It quickly became apparent that I had no love for these songs and what’s worse is that it turned me off Christmas music entirely.
The next problem I have with Christmas is when people start their Christmas cheer to early. I have no problem if you want to decorate your house, buy a tree, have gifts wrapped, listen to Christmas music or wear reindeer antlers while it’s still October, but don’t force it upon me. My Christmas starts in December or those late November days when the fist snow fall arrives. It is at this point that I start thinking about decorations and gifts, but still no music. I like to be finished exams and relaxed before I start thinking about my holidays. It is a time of peace and fun, so I like to be stress-free before I celebrate. So does this make me a Grinch? I don’t think so.
Let me end this by using my favourite quote by the Grinch: “Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant!”
The other day I was walking my dog Indiana or Indie for short (a Golden-Doodle) through the Second Lake trail in the woods with my girlfriend. I love this trail: you’re surrounded by large trees, wildlife, and a lake. It is an “Off-Leash HRM Trail” so Indie can frolic around all he wants without me having to worry about who he’s going to run after. This is great for me as I find being in the woods surrounded by nature an excellent time to ponder serious issues and questions and I tend to lose myself in my thoughts.
On this particular day, like most of the others on the trail, I had a serious question I was pondering… what would be better: to have a monkey’s tail or giant wings? I originally thought that a long furry functioning monkey tail would be really cool. By functioning I mean that I am able to move it around the same as monkeys do. Firstly, it would look awesome. And secondly, your balance would be so much better. I also feel this would make climbing trees that much more fun.
But then I thought about having giant wings such as Angel in X-Men. The wings in my mind are feathered. I personally would want something like that of an eagle or hawk, but plain white ones would do just as well. To be able to use these wings and fly around would be so useful. Traffic jams? Nope, I’ll just fly. So after a long and deep internal look at both sides, I decided, why only choose one? Wouldn’t having a tail make flying easier? It could be used as a rudder of sorts.
It was at this point that I brought the topic up with my girlfriend. I thought it was a great idea of human evolution and a logical leap as all the other mammals I can think of have a tail… wings might be a little too much to expect, but one can hope. But she thought it was crazy and, more importantly, that I was weird for even thinking of it. It turns out that she doesn’t want to have a tail and that wings would be an inconvenience because her clothes wouldn’t fit anymore. She did however say that having perfect pitch like a bird would be awesome.
That’s when I realized she was the weird one, not me, as I was lead to believe up to that point.
I have always been curious as to why it’s the Mount Saint Vincent Mystics. Firstly, what is a mystic?
TheFreeDictionary.com defines it as:
1. Of or relating to religious mysteries or occult rites and practices.
2. Of or relating to mysticism or mystics.
3. Inspiring a sense of mystery and wonder.
One who practices or believes in mysticism or a given form of mysticism
According to the first definition, all Mount students practice occultism (magic, alchemy, astrology, knowledge of the paranormal). So far in my 4+ years here, I have yet to see this. Don’t get me wrong though, if somewhere at this school there is a secret entrance to a magical campus, not unlike Harry Potter, then I’m all in: just tell me which wall I have to run through. Unfortunately I don’t think this is the case. So let’s look at the second definition.
Mysticism refers to being spiritually connected to a superior being with direct communication, intuition, or experiences. This certainly makes a little more sense, but isn’t quite as exciting as the first definition. The Mount is (or used to be) a very religious school with the old “Motherhouse” on top of the hill and nuns randomly walked the halls making you feel guilty for having a midweek hangover or for skipping class.
The third definition could also make sense: inspiring a sense of mystery and wonder. There is unquestionably a few mysteries at the school such as: why there is a random statue of Mary in the woods between Seton and Evaristus, or why the fourth floor male bathroom has a stack of desks, tables, and chairs piled in the corner. As for wonder, I’m sure the student body is always wondering what knowledge our exceptional professors are going to bestow upon these curious minds of ours.
I don’t mean to rant and I actually do have a point. As described, a Mystic can mean a few things all of which might apply to MSVU. My only question is that if we are the Mystics why is our mascot a mountain lion? I say we embrace the full meaning of the name Mystics and make our mascot a wizard!