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I'm not against giving someone else a present if I happen to spot something and think it would make a good one for them though, but it's not something that happens often.
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I think it's the rebel in me. I decided years ago that I wasn't getting, or wanting, presents at this time of year. I also decided, separately, that I'm not doing birthdays any more, and made it clear that includes not wanting to be reminded of mine, let alone given anything.
I think it's because I resent the way both are exploited, often using sentimental horsesh…manure, by commercial interests. I mean, I get
wishing people a happy birthday, and even sending a message to those I won't physically see, but …. cards? From people I share a house with? Usually both hugely over-priced and excessively naff. Both occasions have turned into, or rather, been turned into, opportunities those commercial interests use to milk us. Please, no.
So, I rebelled. My attitude became “Enough, already”.
Two things. Kids are excluded from the above. Let them enjoy getting presents, etc. Adulthood will happen soon enough as it is, anyway.
Second, I'm quite happy to give presents. Just not, under any circumstances, because it's
expected, due to the calendar, be it birthday, Christmas or any other commercially exploited event.
I guess it all ties in with my detestation for adverts, which is something I've made no secret of round here, over the years. If a company wants to turn me off, advertise at me. If they want to end up embargoed and blacklisted by me, do it again after I've asked them to cease and desist. My local car dealer found that out about me by doing exactly that, at which point I made clear to them that yes, I was buying a new car and, no, not from them. And why. ;)
I guess this could sound a bit Grinch-like. But not really. I actually like Christmas
for the family, and yes, friends elements. But the immense, unrelenting, oppressive and apparently ever-expanding commercial exploitation of it really,
really offends me.
Oh, Easter, too. I'm a bit of a choc-aholic. Most of the year. I tend to do an annual choc-withdrawal session, annually, for a few months …. right about the time companies start trying to, metaphorically and literally, shove Easter eggs down my throat.
Not what it's about, guys, whether you celebrate it or not.
So, Grinch? Not really. Grumpy Old Man? Yup …. and proud of it. :D