I’ll be using the language of Euphemisms…but it’s all the same…
(Euphemism is a substitution for an expression that may offend or suggest something unpleasant to the receiver, using instead an agreeable or less offensive expression, or to make it less troublesome for the speaker.)
I like things, probably everyone else likes things too. Pretty things, ugly things, things we eat, wear, give away or keep. I’ve grown up with my own ideas about things, some things I wanted really bad and learned early on I’d have to work my ass off for them. Actually most everything I have I’ve had to work hard for. I do often sit back and wish I was one of those that things come easy for. Or those that have no problem receiving things. That’s another problem I have with things….I have a hard time accepting things from others…not ALL others, just some others. While some give without any expectation there are those few conditional givers….I attract the conditional givers. Seems that as far back as I can remember I’ve had the conditional givers. That in turn has warped me in some ways….I do have a hard time taking what is given to me and enjoying it. Even when I was very young I remember Christmas time and gifts given to me, I would look at the pretty wrappings and imagine what could be inside the pretty box neatly wrapped and tied with a bow. Many times I preferred what my imagination would conjure rather than to open the gift and get attached to it only to have it taken from me. Who would take someone else’s gifts? Brothers…a mean crazy mother…others.
Even now as an adult I still experience the conditional gifts, the difference now is that for the most part I can tell when something is conditional, at other times I am a bit confused about the intention of a gift. My solution has been to graciously accept these gifts and put them away so that when the giver decides they want back the gift I can just hand it over in its original condition. It’s kinda messed up, but so am I.
Through the years I’ve amassed a small collection of things, some tangible others not so. I’ve also encountered givers who mean well and I have no compunction accepting their gifts. There are many types of givers, for me the most annoying ones have been the ones who give with the underlying need to constantly remind you of their generosity….or the ones who will insist you wear a gift then announce to everyone that they dressed you.
Oh and I do have some gifts that are quite old that I will never use and that one day I will be able to part with…for me there is a difference when I wear something and I can see joy in the gifters face and the “other” look….
For the most part I am not a good gifter or giftee. I do confess that it is easier for me to give than receive, but it isn’t a practice I practice much of, basically because I cannot afford it. Well there are some gifts that don’t cost a thing. Hugs are free. Love isn’t always free…wait…that’s an entirely different post. I think my meds have me tripping here…where was I going with all this dribble? Well I’ll quit while I’m ahead…did I get ahead? I don’t know….