My small and selfish world
The Christmas season always brings out the actress in me."Oh, I LOVE this sweater!"
"I can never have enough socks!"
"It fits perfect!"
All lies. Everyone of them. I've come to expect my family to attempt to buy me the perfect gift, but rarely does it ever happen. This makes me sounds selfish and ungrateful, I know, but you don't know the guilt I feel for having such exquisite taste! I have to tell them I love the sweater, although I know it will sit in the back of my closet and never be worn.
So what do I do? Is there a way to end this vicious cycle?!
I didn't think so either. Luckily, I'm a fabulous actress. And the family will never have to know my true feelings (unless they someday find this blog, which will prompt the swift destruction of said blog). There's also the chance that I may regift the said items to the wrong person. Hasn't happened yet, so I'm still going good.
Is a gift truly a gift if it wasn't originally intended to be a gift? I totally forgot my sister's birthday back in November and she was on her way in town and I couldn't tell her I didn't have a gift so instead I told her I had a fabulous gift. In a panic, I opened my closet and looked for any piece of clothing that still had the tags on it. AHA!! A sweater! And a pair of shoes!! Sure, I didn't buy the gifts with her in mind, but does that take away from the fact that she loved the gift?
If anything, my sister should be flattered that I gave up a brand new pair of shoes for her!! In my small and selfish world, that is the ultimate sacrifice.
And thus continues my downward spiral...
posted by Me @ 12:04 PM
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