Christmas!
The trista: *Sits at desk during lunch, reading LiveJournal and drinking Vat o' Soda*
Coworker T: Okay, wench, I'm going out for lunch.
The trista: *Chokes on Vat o' Soda*
Coworker T: You okay? Great. Back in an hour.
The trista: *Shows remarkable laughing-and-choking-simultaneously-and-silently skillz"
I'm going Christmas shopping tonight. I have just a few things left to buy until I'm finished with the buying part, and then I'll concentrate on the making part.
Oh, god, I love Christmas. platypus's post made me realize how unusual that makes me, at least among my friends and FriendBots. It seems to be popular right now to hate Christmas. Not to not celebrate it, but to dislike it intensely. I love it, though, and I always have.
I love shopping for presents. I enjoy finding something that I think someone I love will enjoy. That perfect gadget for Dad (until Mom started shooting down the gadget ideas), the best Elvis collectible thingy ever for Mom, a book that dawnshine would laugh herself silly over, or the spiffiest hair accessories imaginable for shinigumi. Those surprise finds are always so much fun. And I love buying the things that a friend has wanted for the past forever but won't buy for himself. The chance to give people something that will bring them joy is what makes it so much fun. And it's not entirely about the thing. It's about giving people a little bit of evidence that you do know them, that you do understand their likes and dislikes, their style, their sense of humor, their passions, and their dreams.
Making presents is just as fun. Whenever I make something for a specific person (as opposed to making a blankie and then deciding who to give it to), I find myself thinking of that person while I make it. Ready for a horrifically Pollyanna thought? It's really like putting a bit of myself into the gift. And when you consider the fact that I shed like a bitch and probably crochet at least one long red hair into every last blankie, that's really not that far off. But we won't mention that to the people I'm giving blankies to.
So.
I have no idea where I was going with that because I stopped in the middle to eat lunch and my train of thought chugged merrily over the cliff while I was in the middle of my sammich.
I wonder if I'm difficult to shop for? I have friends and family who really, really are a challenge, and others who are incredibly easy to shop for. I have no idea which category I fall into. I hope I'm not difficult.
I very nearly wrote I hope I'm easy. It is clearly time to stop typing now.
Coworker T: Okay, wench, I'm going out for lunch.
The trista: *Chokes on Vat o' Soda*
Coworker T: You okay? Great. Back in an hour.
The trista: *Shows remarkable laughing-and-choking-simultaneously-and-silently skillz"
I'm going Christmas shopping tonight. I have just a few things left to buy until I'm finished with the buying part, and then I'll concentrate on the making part.
Oh, god, I love Christmas. platypus's post made me realize how unusual that makes me, at least among my friends and FriendBots. It seems to be popular right now to hate Christmas. Not to not celebrate it, but to dislike it intensely. I love it, though, and I always have.
I love shopping for presents. I enjoy finding something that I think someone I love will enjoy. That perfect gadget for Dad (until Mom started shooting down the gadget ideas), the best Elvis collectible thingy ever for Mom, a book that dawnshine would laugh herself silly over, or the spiffiest hair accessories imaginable for shinigumi. Those surprise finds are always so much fun. And I love buying the things that a friend has wanted for the past forever but won't buy for himself. The chance to give people something that will bring them joy is what makes it so much fun. And it's not entirely about the thing. It's about giving people a little bit of evidence that you do know them, that you do understand their likes and dislikes, their style, their sense of humor, their passions, and their dreams.
Making presents is just as fun. Whenever I make something for a specific person (as opposed to making a blankie and then deciding who to give it to), I find myself thinking of that person while I make it. Ready for a horrifically Pollyanna thought? It's really like putting a bit of myself into the gift. And when you consider the fact that I shed like a bitch and probably crochet at least one long red hair into every last blankie, that's really not that far off. But we won't mention that to the people I'm giving blankies to.
So.
I have no idea where I was going with that because I stopped in the middle to eat lunch and my train of thought chugged merrily over the cliff while I was in the middle of my sammich.
I wonder if I'm difficult to shop for? I have friends and family who really, really are a challenge, and others who are incredibly easy to shop for. I have no idea which category I fall into. I hope I'm not difficult.
I very nearly wrote I hope I'm easy. It is clearly time to stop typing now.