Christmas
Not my favourite time of the year. Anyway, gift count.
From my friends:
-a comic, We3, about robot animals: good. I'd already seen a preview of this, and actually wanted to see how it played out.
-an Absol figure: need I say how cool that is? I didn't even know they made these. It's not like he's a popular Pokemon.
-an apron with 'DEATH' sown on the front: originally kinda weirded out, since it was brightly coloured, but the 'DEATH' showed thought, and that was nice. Plus an apron is relevant to my interests and activities.
From my family:
-a shirt: crap
-a shawl that looks like the skin of a tortured and flayed stuffed animal: ...what?
-perfume and body lotion: ...what the hell? Are they even thinking about who they're getting this stuff for?
-a bracelet resembling a strip of leather with thumbtacks driven into it: another gift that shows little thought, since I almost never wear jewelery and every piece of jewelery given to me ends up stuffed and forgotten in a drawer. If I put a lot of effort, I may wear it when I go out clubbing. At least they tried to get something that was a bit more my style.
-Sandman comics: good. Too bad I had to actually ask for this instead of my family knowing the kind of stuff I like.
-Bioshock: at least I think I'm getting this. Amazon is sending it to my mailbox in Kingston. Had to ask for this, but I don't feel resentful, since I haven't given my parents that many hints at being a gamer, and they know crap about games anyway.
-a DVD of Pixar animated shorts: cool. Finally don't have to browse YouTube to find them.
I always hate Christmas for making me feel like a brat. Most of the gifts I end up getting from my family feels like them trying to give themselves a gift instead of thinking about the stuff I like. Here's a simple list of things I like and don't like.
I LIKE:
-comics
-cartoons
-Pokemon
I HATE:
-girly things
Half the gifts I get tend to fit in the second category. Of course, the amount of gifts in the first category balance out the crappiness of the others, but still.
I hate the hints. That I'm not feminine. That I'm not pretty. That I should try to be more feminine and pretty. That they don't really know who I am.
That they're trying to make me look more like who they'd like me to be.
Get over it. I'm not like my cousins. I'm not like my sister. I don't care about the way I look, or how I smell. I like my jeans and dark shirts.
There's a reason I don't let you take me out shopping for clothes. There's a reason I say no when you ask me if I want something.
I don't want anything. And when I do, you don't like it.
Our interests conflict. I'm not like the rest of the family; I'm not normal; stop trying to make me look like you want me to look.
I don't know if you're actually trying. If you think this is what I like. If this is you trying, I wish you'd stop.
If this is you trying to make me be something you want, I wish you'd stop.
I don't want anything. I never do.
You make me feel like a brat for not liking what you give me. You make me feel like you don't really care.
I know you don't see me this much, but you should know me better than this. I haven't magically become normal between the summers.
I hate that it makes me feel so dramatic.
At least my friends know who I am
--Exit
From my friends:
-a comic, We3, about robot animals: good. I'd already seen a preview of this, and actually wanted to see how it played out.
-an Absol figure: need I say how cool that is? I didn't even know they made these. It's not like he's a popular Pokemon.
-an apron with 'DEATH' sown on the front: originally kinda weirded out, since it was brightly coloured, but the 'DEATH' showed thought, and that was nice. Plus an apron is relevant to my interests and activities.
From my family:
-a shirt: crap
-a shawl that looks like the skin of a tortured and flayed stuffed animal: ...what?
-perfume and body lotion: ...what the hell? Are they even thinking about who they're getting this stuff for?
-a bracelet resembling a strip of leather with thumbtacks driven into it: another gift that shows little thought, since I almost never wear jewelery and every piece of jewelery given to me ends up stuffed and forgotten in a drawer. If I put a lot of effort, I may wear it when I go out clubbing. At least they tried to get something that was a bit more my style.
-Sandman comics: good. Too bad I had to actually ask for this instead of my family knowing the kind of stuff I like.
-Bioshock: at least I think I'm getting this. Amazon is sending it to my mailbox in Kingston. Had to ask for this, but I don't feel resentful, since I haven't given my parents that many hints at being a gamer, and they know crap about games anyway.
-a DVD of Pixar animated shorts: cool. Finally don't have to browse YouTube to find them.
I always hate Christmas for making me feel like a brat. Most of the gifts I end up getting from my family feels like them trying to give themselves a gift instead of thinking about the stuff I like. Here's a simple list of things I like and don't like.
I LIKE:
-comics
-cartoons
-Pokemon
I HATE:
-girly things
Half the gifts I get tend to fit in the second category. Of course, the amount of gifts in the first category balance out the crappiness of the others, but still.
I hate the hints. That I'm not feminine. That I'm not pretty. That I should try to be more feminine and pretty. That they don't really know who I am.
That they're trying to make me look more like who they'd like me to be.
Get over it. I'm not like my cousins. I'm not like my sister. I don't care about the way I look, or how I smell. I like my jeans and dark shirts.
There's a reason I don't let you take me out shopping for clothes. There's a reason I say no when you ask me if I want something.
I don't want anything. And when I do, you don't like it.
Our interests conflict. I'm not like the rest of the family; I'm not normal; stop trying to make me look like you want me to look.
I don't know if you're actually trying. If you think this is what I like. If this is you trying, I wish you'd stop.
If this is you trying to make me be something you want, I wish you'd stop.
I don't want anything. I never do.
You make me feel like a brat for not liking what you give me. You make me feel like you don't really care.
I know you don't see me this much, but you should know me better than this. I haven't magically become normal between the summers.
I hate that it makes me feel so dramatic.
At least my friends know who I am
--Exit