As everyone else already knows, if you know me, I absolutely hate holidays. This hate started growing inside of me when my parents decided "one present" was good enough. Of course there'd be hate for this holiday if I'm only receiving one present! All of my other friends were receiving loads of presents.
Let me get something clear, my family is not poor in any way. We're really well off, but my parents are Asian and therefore "money smart." I gotta say this characteristic has rubbed off on me later on in the years, and now I'm really stingy with my money as well.
Back onto the point - I absolutely hate gift givings and such, and up until recently I've never enjoyed participated in Secret Santa get togethers. One of the worse Secret Santas I participated in was in high school when this brilliant literature teacher of mine decided to do "white elephant." Now for those who don't know what "White Elephant" is, it's absolute bullshit. One by one, everyone goes up to the center to get a gift, then the next person can either take a gift from someone that's already picked or pick out a gift from the center.
Keep in mind, no one gets to open their present until everyone's gone around to "switch gifts." or some shit like that.
I unfortunately had my gifts taken away from me twice, lol.. for whatever reason. Maybe it was the fact that I was still with that lame ex boyfriend of mine.. who knows. I ended up with an alright present of some Lord of the Rings book.. not even the whole series. It wasn't even the first book! I hadn't even touched this series before, besides watching the trilogy.. certainly reading the series midway incomplete wasn't going to do it justice.. and I wouldn't be able to pick up on what was going on or fully appreciate it.
Or would I?
Who knows, the book is somewhere on my bookshelf gathering dust.
Since then I've participated in Secret Santa maybe.. 3 more times? Two with friends and one with an online community.
The first one with my high school friends was alright. I apologized to my Secret Santa and told her that I was leaving for Las Vegas so I'd bring her something amazing back from there. She in return gave me a cute Christmasy shirt from Abercrombie.
The latter, I participated with some college friends, surprisingly girlfriends. (As everyone knows, I absolutely dislike girls as friends. Maybe girls as colleagues... or workers.. bleghh still blegh.) We sent each other lists of what we wanted for Christmas, so we wouldn't give each other something we didn't need/like/want. I stated that I wanted a wallet clutch or wristlet. And boy, did I get a wristlet.. that piece of crap looked like it was used, abused, ran over with a tractor.. I mean, yeah, it was a wristlet, but damn. What a piece of crap.
The night went on to seeing my other friends switch presents around, and I realized something. I have completely different tastes than them. While I wanted high quality presents, they were fine with giving whatever. I even went out of the way to pick up the correct fragrance lotion my SS asked for and not just some lame cheap lotion.
Bah.. people.
Now I'll just sit patiently for my current Secret Santa to send me whatever present they thought I'd appreciate. But with the deadline to send out the gift at 12/7 and it's now a month mature.. I think I'm probably not going to get anything.
Which brings me to my final point - Why sign up for something if you aren't going to do it on time? If everyone else can send out gifts on time, why can't you? Did you think signing up for this event would make the community love you more? Were you preparing to bask in the rays of love and appreciation? Glory maybe?
While your selfish ass ruins my Christmas break, I won't let it ruin others.. at least I sent mine out before the deadline and my lucky partner got theirs before Christmas.
Happy holidays, my loves - do not let Christmas or New Years be the dates that you set goals and resolutions or give out gifts to loved ones - that should be done spontaneously. A surprise is better than something expected.
Or in my case - an expected disappointment.
With love,
Stephanie
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