Why I Hate Receiving GiftsPosted: June 6, 2012
For most people, holidays and birthdays are a source of contentment and happiness – good food, family and, of course, gifts (don’t blame me for the consumerist society we live in)! For me, they’re a period of stress. Not only do I have to go out and try and guess what people need/want but then I have to sit through the dreaded gift exchange…
When I was young, my parents wouldn’t buy gifts for us at Christmas or our birthdays and would tell us that it was because we got gifts all year round (ie, when we would take a rare trip to Walmart, we could buy a book or something). I grew up thinking that this was normal and to this day, I have a hard time receiving gifts. My two problems with gifts are a) Why does this person think that I deserve a gift? And b) Where am I going to put this thing that I just got that I don’t need at all?
Let me explain. One day, out of the blue, BF bought me a $50 MAC makeup brush. I can honestly tell you that this was the most expensive present that I have ever received and I had a hard time accepting that it was a “just because” gift. Was he cheating on me? Did he think that I needed to wear more makeup? Why did I deserve such a “luxurious” present? Who am I to have a $50 brush?
For my last birthday, I received two bracelets, a gift card and some board games. I played one board game a few times and wore one of the bracelets once (the gift card is finished :P). While opening the gifts, I kept thinking to myself, who are these people? Don’t they know that gift cards and useful things are what I like? What am I supposed to do with these things now?
I know that I should accept gifts as token of my friends’ love for me but, at the same time, to a person who never had presents growing up (except for graduation and other special occasions), receiving a gift is a strange concept to me. If the gift is wrapped? Wow. I go nuts. And then people think I’m doubly-weird because I’ve unwrapped a present without ripping anything and the wrapping paper is folded neatly next to me, waiting to be reused.
The moral of the story? Give my gift cards. Oh and spoil your kids 😉
Editors Note: I get really weirded out when someone gives me a gift. I can handle it but I really do not like being the center of attention so I’m much more happy when I am opening up something at the same time someone else is. And I love to keep the wrapping paper–its always so nifty.