You know what I want for Christmas?
Nov. 26th, 2007 01:38 amAgain, my sister asked me today what I want for Christmas. I told her I have an Amazon wishlist. Anything from that would make me happy. And again she said, "I don't want to get you any of that. Isn't there something you need? Clothes?"
"No, really. I'm changing shape, so clothes won't work, and the only other things I get are for my business. So no."
"I don't want to get you books."
"But...why not?"
"There must be something you need. Gift cards for groceries of something?"
"Really, no."
Why would you ask someone what they want, and then tell them you don't want to get them what they want?
Okay. Fine. Fuck it. You know what I want? I want someone to care what I want. I want someone who'll spend time thinking about what to get me. I want someone who thinks about me, period. I want someone I can trust who won't turn on me or try to throw me in the fucking trash. I want someone who won't lie to me. I want someone to put his arms around me and be happy, and not wish I were someone else. I want someone who wants me. I want someone who likes me, and likes hanging out with me. I want someone who won't fucking cheat on me. I want someone I can depend on. Someone I can spend weeks trying to pick something perfect for, and who'll love it even if it's the wrong thing because he loves me and appreciates the effort. I want someone to hold onto me, not pat me on the back and say, well, I'm sorry, I'm really busy. We'll talk later.
I'm tired. I'm angry. And I'm tired of being angry.
And I fucking hate Christmas.
"No, really. I'm changing shape, so clothes won't work, and the only other things I get are for my business. So no."
"I don't want to get you books."
"But...why not?"
"There must be something you need. Gift cards for groceries of something?"
"Really, no."
Why would you ask someone what they want, and then tell them you don't want to get them what they want?
Okay. Fine. Fuck it. You know what I want? I want someone to care what I want. I want someone who'll spend time thinking about what to get me. I want someone who thinks about me, period. I want someone I can trust who won't turn on me or try to throw me in the fucking trash. I want someone who won't lie to me. I want someone to put his arms around me and be happy, and not wish I were someone else. I want someone who wants me. I want someone who likes me, and likes hanging out with me. I want someone who won't fucking cheat on me. I want someone I can depend on. Someone I can spend weeks trying to pick something perfect for, and who'll love it even if it's the wrong thing because he loves me and appreciates the effort. I want someone to hold onto me, not pat me on the back and say, well, I'm sorry, I'm really busy. We'll talk later.
I'm tired. I'm angry. And I'm tired of being angry.
And I fucking hate Christmas.
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