I need to write a blog entry. I don't know what about, but something.
Alright, boring perhaps, but I want to discuss this in writing. So last week shortly after Christmas my mother, siblings, and I went on a shopping excursion. The kind I assume "normal" people go on, although that is a complete sterotype. Having no job, I was pretty excited about the twenty dollars I had in my wallet from Christmas money. So of course we go to Barns & Nobel first, because what else could you possibly do, and because my sister and I were raised on literature, most of it fiction we immediately got sucked into the beautiful world of a large cooperate book store. So about an hour and a half later (and of course exhausted from our modern world experience) we head to the checkout. I pay for my items, happily using up everything I had (in my brand new wallet!) So we head home and all the way I happily gloat over the items I so carefully picked out.
It wasn't until I was writing out invitations for a party I decided to host for my friends on the cards I had bought (one of the three items) that I realized everything I had bought was for other people. So despite the fact I don't consider myself a good friend a lot of the time, (If it isn't one of my three closest friends I hate listening to people) but I guess I have this side that loves giving to people. I bought two of my friends gifts just because I thought they would like them and the invitations only with the thoughts of added enjoyment for my friends receiving them. Who doesn't like receiving friendly mail? and it wasn't for any purpose either. Simply because I thought they would enjoy those things. So I was pretty proud of myself.
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| A picture I took today and wanted to share. |
Alright, boring perhaps, but I want to discuss this in writing. So last week shortly after Christmas my mother, siblings, and I went on a shopping excursion. The kind I assume "normal" people go on, although that is a complete sterotype. Having no job, I was pretty excited about the twenty dollars I had in my wallet from Christmas money. So of course we go to Barns & Nobel first, because what else could you possibly do, and because my sister and I were raised on literature, most of it fiction we immediately got sucked into the beautiful world of a large cooperate book store. So about an hour and a half later (and of course exhausted from our modern world experience) we head to the checkout. I pay for my items, happily using up everything I had (in my brand new wallet!) So we head home and all the way I happily gloat over the items I so carefully picked out.
It wasn't until I was writing out invitations for a party I decided to host for my friends on the cards I had bought (one of the three items) that I realized everything I had bought was for other people. So despite the fact I don't consider myself a good friend a lot of the time, (If it isn't one of my three closest friends I hate listening to people) but I guess I have this side that loves giving to people. I bought two of my friends gifts just because I thought they would like them and the invitations only with the thoughts of added enjoyment for my friends receiving them. Who doesn't like receiving friendly mail? and it wasn't for any purpose either. Simply because I thought they would enjoy those things. So I was pretty proud of myself.
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