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Is there something wrong with me, seriously? Am I an unkind person, as my mom says? So, I'm home from school early, to study for finals and stuff and I'm trying to help out my mom by making cookies and stuff cause she asked me to even though I have finals to study for. Then she gets home with all these bags; she's been out Christmas shopping. The thing is, when my mom shops, she doesn't go out with a list of what people like, need, or asked for. She goes out with a hundred bucks in her pocket and looks for deals. Deals are Designer NameBrands, on sale. Now, occassionally, she finds just what you wanted as one one of these deals, but more often than not you end up in the position that I was just in... trying on a pair of Lands End Shearling Slippers, a size too small, but still "a great deal" because they're regularly much more expensive. Yet, I guess a size difference is an acceptable reason to return something. So I'm off the hook, although I could use slippers in Italy. What I could NOT use, was the next "deal" my mom pulled out. A pair of thick wool sock/leggings with leather patches on the soles. In white. They look small. What do I say? Wow mom, you hit this one out of the park here. I need these. A hundred things race through my mind at this moment, none of which includes those phrases.
What was she thinking is one? Then she tells me that they're a name brand "Red Envelope" or something... Let's jump back to me. I don't wear socks that go beyond my ankle. I absolutely hate scratchy material, especially on my feet. And *white* on the floor? Yea, it will look filthy after one wear. But all my mom sees is me being an insensitive bitch, diminishing her by trashing her gift giving skills. She tells me she bought me $30 worth of them, and at $4/pair, that's a lot of wool socks.
Coincidentally, my mom will keep the wool socks. She asked me to pay her for them to give to her for Christmas. I thought the point was to shop for "others," not yourself.
She then says I'm just like my dad, and it's so painful giving people like me gifts, and that she'll just give me money.
I feel like my mom should know me by now. I am picky and I like to pick out things myself. I don't like things that are cheap. It's not a matter of price, it's a matter of quality. Another thing is shopping for age-appropriate things. Anne Klein is a good name, for women in their 30's and 40's, which could be why I thre up in my mouth a little each time she buys me sweaters, or in today's case, a pick scarf with matching knit gloves. I hate that she shops the way she does. She buys FOOD at Ocean State Job Lots, and Building #19. And then peels the labels off so we won't know. Then goes out and drops $30 on socks. But tells me she's not rich, which is why she cuts corners where she can. My brother has a nice watch, but she bought him another because it looked expensive and only cost $10. I guess the point of Christmas is deception. I will buy you lots of expensive looking "crap" but you'll have lots to unwrap.
Why do I think like this?
What was she thinking is one? Then she tells me that they're a name brand "Red Envelope" or something... Let's jump back to me. I don't wear socks that go beyond my ankle. I absolutely hate scratchy material, especially on my feet. And *white* on the floor? Yea, it will look filthy after one wear. But all my mom sees is me being an insensitive bitch, diminishing her by trashing her gift giving skills. She tells me she bought me $30 worth of them, and at $4/pair, that's a lot of wool socks.
Coincidentally, my mom will keep the wool socks. She asked me to pay her for them to give to her for Christmas. I thought the point was to shop for "others," not yourself.
She then says I'm just like my dad, and it's so painful giving people like me gifts, and that she'll just give me money.
I feel like my mom should know me by now. I am picky and I like to pick out things myself. I don't like things that are cheap. It's not a matter of price, it's a matter of quality. Another thing is shopping for age-appropriate things. Anne Klein is a good name, for women in their 30's and 40's, which could be why I thre up in my mouth a little each time she buys me sweaters, or in today's case, a pick scarf with matching knit gloves. I hate that she shops the way she does. She buys FOOD at Ocean State Job Lots, and Building #19. And then peels the labels off so we won't know. Then goes out and drops $30 on socks. But tells me she's not rich, which is why she cuts corners where she can. My brother has a nice watch, but she bought him another because it looked expensive and only cost $10. I guess the point of Christmas is deception. I will buy you lots of expensive looking "crap" but you'll have lots to unwrap.
Why do I think like this?