The holidays are here again! Christmas! My birthday! (New Year’s Eve bitches, don’t think I’m letting you forget it!)
This is all well and good…except for the presents. Don’t get me wrong, I love presents. I have the best time ever picking them out and I love getting presents too. But this year…this year something’s different.
I don’t want anything.
Not one single thing.
Well, that’s not true. There are things that I want. This totally sick bookcase, for example (oh my God, could I be any nerdier?!) But legitimate presents? Nothing. I’m completely stumped for ideas.
I’ve sent my mom, my dad, my brother and yes, even my boyfriend on the hunt for gift cards–Gap, Target (oh how I LOVE Target!), Borders–thinking that would be the best solution for my lack of interest in gift getting this year. But certain people (yes Boo, I’m talking about you) refuse to give gift cards and are forcing (yes, I said FORCING) me to request real, tangible, unwrappable presents.
I was starting to worry. I was starting to think something in my personality had changed. I was no longer interested in material posessions. Granted this isn’t technically a problem, but it does complicate things. I was even tweeting about what to ask for (other than a space heater…but I’m asking our facilities department for that. Pretty please let me warm up!?).
Then I talked to people. All kinds of people. My mom, my friends and even my coworkers. And I realized–NO ONE wants anything this year. I can count at least 4 different conversations just this week (all with people with VERY different personalities) and everyone had the same reaction. No one wanted anything.
Everyone was trying to ask for gift cards but all had family members who weren’t biting. Who didn’t consider it a proper gift if it didn’t require a form of gift wrap greater than just an envelope (but we all know that some of the best gifts come in envelopes…money money….money!). And everyone was feeling the pressure.
What happened to the ease of gift selection? When the hardest part of making your list for Santa was deciding which items you should include and which items should be eliminated (I grew up in a house where I could only ask Santa for a specific number of presents).
The consensus was that we’re all adults now. We’ve got jobs. If we want something, we’ll just go out and buy it. But that can’t be it. My colleagues have been “adults” for quite some time now. They’ve had the “if I want it I can just pick it up” income for years. It never once was attributed to this piss poor economy, even though that could make sense. But for me, that’s not it at all. It’s just…I guess this means I’m growing up?
I don’t have time for arty type gifts anymore (I used to request at least one craft-related toy: mini pottery wheel, sand art kit, craft books). I’m too old for toys (or so they keep trying to tell me). Last year Boo gave me the best gift EVER and it was game related (I’ll save that for another post). But I don’t have what you’d call “board game” friends and CatchPhrase isn’t exactly a 2-person game. And clothes? Forget it. My mom stopped picking out my clothes when I was turned 3 and refused to wear them. I was a picky-as-hell preschooler and I never outgrew it.
It’s always a challenge for me because I’ve got double the pressure. What can I say? My birthday’s near Christmas and it sucks (thank you Munkafust). I even tried asking Boo if my birthday present could be celebrating my birthday in July on my half-birthday, just to spread the presents out. He said sure but I was still getting something. Plan foiled.
So what’s going on this year? Why don’t I have anything to ask Santa for?