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My gift, my ego

:P I finally dropped off the baby set I said I'd make for my coffee buddy. The hardest part was convincing myself that it was good enough to give, that even if it's not exactly what they were expecting it's still something they will like and use and appreciate. Eck. I have no problem selling my stuff - if you like it, you buy it and if you don't like you don't buy, simple as that. But I never feel like I've made a right choice in giving gifts. I'm so bad at readign people, how do I presume to read your mind? It's why I don't really give and really prefer not to receive gifts. I want to give you something, I just have no idea what; you give me something and I really want to return the sentiment, but ... Doesn't help that much of what I enjoy making isn't really useful, and I'm never sure how to say it's okay if you can't use whatever this is, just pass it on - just because I made it doesn't mean I expect you to use or want it, this isn't grade school and you're not my mommy, it's okay...

And yes, I'm aware that all I'm really doing is overthinking all of this. Doesn't stop me from cringing every time I imagine the disapointment you *must* be feeling for the dorky thing I just presumed to give to you, oh dear lord. ::rolls eyes:: Sometimes, though, I *do* remember that it's not all about me, and I manage to give random happiness with an open heart and a smile and it's all good. Just not quite this time.


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Jan. 17th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
The only person I'm critical of stuff they make me is my mother. Why? Well, she's the only one that's known me for my whole life, and still can't grasp the concept of what I like.

I'm WAY more lenient with my friends. Why? Dude, you spent time on something that you didn't have to. I don't care if people make me a knitted toothpick holder. You made something. Yeah, when it comes to my friends, if they get me something, I'm thrilled. No, really. I'm that easy.

And yes, I know I have a horrific double standard for my mother... long standing issues. And all I really want her to work on is that quilt of my high school sweatshirts...
Jan. 19th, 2009 03:02 pm (UTC)
I'm perfectly happy to receive the gift of your fun and glorious presence which teaches me how to improve my snarking, o wise and (sorta) benevolent Snark Mistress. Especially when you're wearing a dress and you don't yell at me for staring at your cleavage. ^__^

Speaking of which, can I have my eyeballs back? I think I left them down your bodice on Saturday.

Love ya!
Jan. 19th, 2009 03:30 pm (UTC)
What, *again*?!?! I think I may have kicked them under the bed by accident, I'll see if the dust bunnies have found 'em...

Edited at 2009-01-19 03:32 pm (UTC)
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