This has happened to all of us. It’s Christmas (or any other holiday you celebrate) or our birthday or anniversary, and you see it: The box. The box that is pre-wrapped by a salesperson – and judging by the size – is most likely jewelry. You look at your boyfriend with your eyes wide with anticipation, and rip open that little sucker like your 6-years-old tearing away at what you know is that awesome talking and peeing doll that you’ve been asking your parents for for weeks.
You lift open the top of the box, preparing to scream, “Oh my God!” and then…there it is. Less “Oh my God” and more “Myyy God :(”. In a style that perhaps your Great-Aunt Beatrice would wear, there lies your earrings, necklace, bracelet, ring. Tears start to form in your eyes and you don’t really know what to do. Thoughts race through your head like wildfire.
Don’t cry, he’ll feel terrible, and it’s Christmas. Wait, he just made me feel terrible, and it’s freaking Christmas. No, no, he didn’t mean to. Although, I did tell him exactly what I wanted…so what is this crap?! Do not fight on Christmas. I want to stab him in the jugular.
The thoughts vary, but mine usually go a little something like that.
This has happened so many times that I won’t even choose one specific gift to write about. All I know is I’ve spent many a Christmases and Valentine’s Days crying in the bathroom, trying to give myself a pep-talk and not take the life of myself or my boyfriend.
I’d say there are ways to remedy these issues, but there’s still a 50/50 shot of success. When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I loved being surprised with our gifts…butttt we also wanted what we wanted. So I proposed an idea. We each compiled our own lists that we checked twice, writing down every single CD, DVD, clothing/sneaker item, jewelry, and miscellaneous others that we could have possibly wanted. That way, when our birthdays or any gift-giving holidays rolled around, we wouldn’t know what we were getting, but we’d know it was something we had written down months prior. That worked out pretty well.
One of my best friends made an entire booklet for her boyfriend, complete with colored photos, prices, and websites where he can purchase the gifts. She still had to return her gift that year.
And, guys, I know I’ve left you out of this post. But, just like many of the other ones where I mainly tell it how it is from the girl’s point of view (ahem, for obvious reasons), this goes for you, too. I’m sure there are thousands of you who have opened up clothes that you’d never ever wear, a jersey from a team you hate, a hat that’s the wrong size because she didn’t know they came in sizes, etc.
What do you do when you get a gift that makes you want to kill the giver?