I have always been one to give random gifts and such to those I care about. If I like you, you more than likely will at some point or another get a random "just because it made me think of you" gift. I love to see the reactions that I get. It is one of the ways I express my love. Some of my gifts are simply poems or stories just for the person I wrote them for. Or they are more lavish things.
It bothers me, though to be given a gift because someone had to. Like birthdays, Christmas and Valentine's. I hate Valentine's but that is a topic for another post. I would rather get a present because the person wanted to give it to me, not because they feel they have to because it is some holiday or such. I love getting gifts as much as I do giving them. My poor husband has a hard time understanding this. I told him this year that I didn't want anything for Christmas, just like I do every year and he just can't understand it.
It doesn't just revolve around gifts. I will do things for people even if it means I give up something I wanted to do or what not. I guess at times I let people walk all over me and take advantage of that. I give so much of myself that at times I don't have anything left for me. It is those times that I wish someone would notice that I am tapped out. That I have no more to give, even if I seem to be finding it somewhere. I'm at one of those points right now. I have given so much and bared so much and now I feel as if I am in limbo. I'm afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing around everyone.
I want someone to give to me for a bit, but I won't ask. I just wait patiently for them to notice I need some affection or whatever it may be at the moment. But it seems to never happen. I take what I am given, even if it is nothing. But I continue to love. I continue to give them my all, each and every person in my life that I consider worth my time.
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