Like most kids I used to delight in waking up at the crack of dawn to unwrap the mountain of presents under the tree. With shreds of paper covering the living room I'd run upstairs to call my friends and compare our hauls.
One Christmas, maybe when I was in high school or so, my parents asked what I wanted for Christmas. For no good reason, I felt different.
They pushed and tried to get me to suggest something, but I genuinely didn't want anything. They got me presents anyway. I appreciated the gesture and was thankful, but for some reason I went upstairs and cried for the first time in many years. It didn't seem fair that my parents, who've done so much for me, would still feel obligated to go out of their way to buy me things. All I really wanted was to spend time with my whole family at Christmas. I got that every year, and was grateful for it.
As years passed I would insist that no one get me presents, but they usually still did. One year I threatened not to open any presents, but I still got a stocking full of stuff.
Finally this year I got nothing. I woke up after everyone else opened their presents, spent the morning (ok... early afternoon) playing with my little cousins and posing for pictures taken with their brand new digital cameras. Then I ate food that Evan made for me, went and visited two of my Boston friends, and spent more time with my family at my Uncle's new house. I felt great!
I feel bad when people I dont really remember or even talk to anymore get me gifts and I dont get them anything. I tells ya, Christmas is like an interpersonal relationship mine field.
What I really hate is when some random relative who I literally cant remember meeting sends me a gift. Because they dont know me at all the gift is never something I want. But my mother sends them and their kids a present so they feel obliged. I feel really bad but really cant think of a way to stop it though.
Wow I guess everyone feels the same way. On my 15th birthday I didn't want anything but my dad still got me a Ã‚£400 camcorder. For christmas I got an xbox 360. I use them though and they're fun but also because I feel bad for my parents.
I didn't emphasis that I don't want any gift. I am to point in my life that I don't need any gifts. I often don't know what I want when my parents asked me and often ideas pop after christmas.
That's awesome Ty, I guess if you stick it out you win in the end.
Question though: do you still get other people presents, how do you feel about that?
I said "I don't feel like there's anything I want or need in life any more", and then asked for some kitchen stuff. It's nice to have it.
HOWEVER, Mum bought me, my brothers, and my Dad, a remote control micro helicopter each and they rock!
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.
There is an old home, more decrepit than any of the others on Wellington Street. I have talked to the current owner, who is living with a local relative, about the condition of the home and their plans for it. When it was in its prime, the house must have been quite beautiful. So to see it in its current state was puzzling to me, especially considering the well maintained manner of the other homes around it. It was a Thursday when I talked to him, and the owners face tightened when I mentioned the home. The following story is what he shared with me, though he would not give me permission to enter the home to investigate.
I purchased the home ten years ago with the hope of renovating it. If you look outside the building you may notice some of the abandoned 2x4's I had bought for the project. I had first come upon the building quite by accident. I was driving through, heading towards a local restaurant. Somehow I became lost, and ended up along side the building. I pulled over, trying to sort out where I was. I looked around, trying to find my bearings, when I noticed the house. At the time it was still in relatively good condition, the paint fresh and the garden well managed. Something about the home drew me in, and even after I managed to find my way I couldn't help but think about it.
After about a week I contacted the local residential listings, and was thrilled to find that the home was being put up for purchase at a steal of a price. I checked out the place quickly, and found that everything was in good condition. At the time, the explanation I got was that the previous owner had moved away, and that payments on the home had inexplicably stopped, causing it to come into the possession of the community.
It wasn't until a couple days after purchasing the place that I managed to move in. The place was a dream, and though there was some things that needed repairing I was surprised at the condition it was in. It was during late fall, leading into winter that I moved in, so the first thing I did was check the radiator and make sure it was working properly. It was a old Victorian one, and though everything seemed in order it wouldn't turn on. And so I went to the basement to check the fuses.
After going downstairs I went to work finding the fuse box. It didn't take long, and after a little time I found the one of the fuses was burnt out and replaced it. I was just about to go upstairs when I noticed something in the corner. It was a tall mirror, oval in shape with a patterning of leaves along its edges. It looked like it was very old, and the mirrored surface showed some level of deterioration.