There are so many personality flaws that I could write about here, but I thought I would write about my gift receiving issues.
I love giving gifts. I love spending time making or finding the perfect something for someone. On the other hand, I am not a good gift recipient. Well, that is not entirely correct, I am not a good gift recipient when it comes to gifts from my husband. I am embarrassed about how horrible I am.
Evan tries really, really hard to please me at gift giving occasions. One of the first Christmases we were together, he gave me a water filter pitcher (because he knows that I am bad about drinking enough water and he wanted to make the process more palatable to me) and a huge set of gel pens (because I really love gel pens), but I wanted something more smooshy/lovey/gooey and thus wasn’t happy.
One year, Evan gave me this really nice tabletop easel because I had been playing around with painting. I cried, not because of the thoughtfulness of the gift, but because I felt like he was pressuring me to be some great artist.
A couple of years ago, Evan gave me a nice quilt for my birthday, but I made him take it back because it wasn’t the specific one I had told him I had wanted.
Last year for my birthday, Evan gave me a digital camera. My old camera kept turning itself off when I was trying to take a picture and he knew it had been driving me crazy. I kept the camera in the box for a few days while I considered whether I was being too greedy to want a new digital camera when my other one was still mostly functional. (This is another personality quirk of mine. I hate getting a new version of something, if I already have it, even if my old version is pretty much dead. I feel guilty because it feels like cheating to me.) When I opened up the camera, I didn’t even take it out of the box to look at it. I just set it aside.
The fact that Evan even bothers to give me gifts at all is a testament to the truly wonderful man that I married. I certainly don’t deserve them.