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amulI'm not really sure what possessed me, but I decided to forward my wishlist from TheThingsIWant.com to my parents.
My parents have never given me a present in my entire life. My "birthday present" is usually some type of financial hocus-pocus which affects their taxes. For Christmas, which we don't even celebrate, they usually promise to buy me something and then forget to buy it: for the last three years, my parents have promised me a vacuum cleaner for my apartment for Christmas.
When my parents went to Egypt, I asked them to bring me a book of photos from Egypt, preferably by an Egyptian photographer. They got me a bright yellow t-shirt that said "Egypt" on it.
Lacuna Diving Bunny suggested that maybe they never buy me presents because they know how hard it is to buy clothes for me. So I forwarded the wishlisht to them, after my dad told me that he had some paperwork for me to sign for my upcoming birthday.
At first, he was confused. "What is this?" It's a list of things I wish somebody would buy for me.
"Why don't you just buy them yourselves?" It's to help people who want to buy me a gift, but don't know what they could get me. Now they can look at this list and pick from it.
Two or three weeks later, my dad sent me an email saying that he just noticed that the wishlist was sorted and ranked, and that he wanted to buy me three things off the list. I told him that one gift would be fine. That was four weeks ago. Today, I get this email:
It's not even the presents that upset me. It's just this totally futile yet constant attempt to try to show them who I am and what I'm into, and I'm constantly looking for...just some sort of validation, any kind.
My parents have never given me a present in my entire life. My "birthday present" is usually some type of financial hocus-pocus which affects their taxes. For Christmas, which we don't even celebrate, they usually promise to buy me something and then forget to buy it: for the last three years, my parents have promised me a vacuum cleaner for my apartment for Christmas.
When my parents went to Egypt, I asked them to bring me a book of photos from Egypt, preferably by an Egyptian photographer. They got me a bright yellow t-shirt that said "Egypt" on it.
Lacuna Diving Bunny suggested that maybe they never buy me presents because they know how hard it is to buy clothes for me. So I forwarded the wishlisht to them, after my dad told me that he had some paperwork for me to sign for my upcoming birthday.
At first, he was confused. "What is this?" It's a list of things I wish somebody would buy for me.
"Why don't you just buy them yourselves?" It's to help people who want to buy me a gift, but don't know what they could get me. Now they can look at this list and pick from it.
Two or three weeks later, my dad sent me an email saying that he just noticed that the wishlist was sorted and ranked, and that he wanted to buy me three things off the list. I told him that one gift would be fine. That was four weeks ago. Today, I get this email:
Amul, After thinking for the whole day today, I feel it will be hard for me to decide the first two or three items out of your wish list. I printed it out then I felt the best thing is for you to order 2 or 3items from that list and take as a gift from the two of us. There will be less confusion this way. GOOD WISHES. Dad/Mom
It's not even the presents that upset me. It's just this totally futile yet constant attempt to try to show them who I am and what I'm into, and I'm constantly looking for...just some sort of validation, any kind.