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Gifts That Make Me Feel Uncomfortable
It is the gifting season. Imaginations are running wild as people contemplate what to package for their loved ones. We all want gifts but sometimes I get a gift that makes me shrink.
When I was a little boy a gift was a gift. No matter what it was, it was always well-received with excitement. It could be a packet of biscuits or a toy. At that age innocent happiness was the dominant emotion.
What mattered more was appreciating the lovely gesture of giving, not the content of the gift. Now I wish I could have that kind of simple and pure joy again but it is so hard.
As one grows older, emotions become complicated. Society teaches us how to see all kinds of meanings where there is none, and how to interpret every gesture, even when nothing else is intended.
I have picked gifts for loved ones with my heart and seen how they reacted to those gifts and that has taught me to become very sensitive too when I open a gift. I tend to analyze, interpret what the gift means, the cost, the brand, where it was bought, why the person picked it for me, why at that particular time, etc. etc. It’s just silly!
