Robin Likes to Talk

Faker, Faker Trouble Maker

Totally annoyed. It’s 2am and I’m awake. I’ve laid here for a half hour hoping to fall back asleep and nope. Apparently my mind has had enough sleep but my eyes beg to differ. Stupid aging.

So what’s on the agenda for today? I need to paint more Christmas cards and more gifts are in the works. My husband added a few more people to my list. Isn’t that nice of him? To add more people to my list?

It is actually quite alright because I love giving. I probably give too much. I seriously cannot help it. I have always loved to give and Christmas is my weakness. Last year I snuck into my parent’s storage, stole their Christmas stockings, filled them up with goodies and delivered them with the addition of wrapped gifts.

Image by Robin Moreau

One year when I worked at the hospital, I chose a family and my department all pitched in and bought gifts. I wish I was there to see the family open gifts. You know, I always see videos or commercials with people providing gifts to the homeless and their pets on the streets of large cities. I love it and want to be the person giving the gifts.

I think it’s the reaction; the joy of receiving something. It is not the gift itself, but the idea of someone is thinking of another and cared enough to provide a gift. If you have a heart, it takes time to find the right gift. Even gift cards are hard to pick out. At least for me they are.

I always have these little mini arguments with myself when picking out gift cards. It’s a battle of what I think the person would want, what I think they would need and what is their favorite store. Complete epic mind-boggling battle. I pace around and around the gift card carousel for at least 20 minutes determining the perfect card. And it doesn’t get easier once I pick the card because then there is the dollar amount. Do I give $25, $50, $75, or $100? This decision is a little easier, depending on who the person is, but then there’s the possible reality of the dollar amount I want is not available. So I kick it up a notch.

Oh but then…then the cards have a trillion different designs. DEVIL!!! I must pick through each one to find the perfect pictured card for this person that probably won’t even notice the snow capped pines or the tiny wreath hanging on the front door of a log cabin.

“Are you finding everything okay ma’am?” Screeching halt to my moment. First, let’s get something straight. I do not need help picking out a gift card. It doesn’t matter that I have been indecisively and indefinitely riding this gift card carousel, so let me finish having my moment…but since I’ve been interrupted, now I feel rushed to make a decision, therefore I will not be happy with my choice. Second, DO NOT CALL ME MA’AM. It makes me feel old, I don’t like it, it makes me grumpy and it is just rude. Sigh. I always fake a smile and reply, “no thank you”. Ugh, I think I vomited in my mouth a little bit.

Gift giving takes thought and I don’t want to be bothered by a sales person every few minutes because they can’t help but realize I haven’t made a decision and I obviously make them nervous simply standing and staring at the gift card carousel. But they are doing their job, and it’s not their fault my brain goes into overdrive during the holidays. Just suck it up and be nice Robin.

It could be worse. I could be tormenting shoppers by sitting in my car, in the busy mall parking lot, with my car in reverse but not backing up. Just deciding where I want to go next. Not really. I just want to see how long that person will wait for my spot before realizing I am never backing up.

Just kidding. I wouldn’t do this. But you have to admit, the thought of it makes you giggle a bit.

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