Over the years I’ve found that people genuinely get excited about planing someone elses birthday and that’s cool because their mind is in the right place but their heart’s usually aren’t. I’ve found that when people want to celebrate “YOUR” birthday what they really want to do is celebrate “THEIR” birthday at your expense. How else do you explain getting a book by your intellectual friend when you’re a non-reader or getting a basketball from your sporty friend when you haven’t played a pick up game since the 3rd grade?
There are only two explanatiosn to explain this horrible instance in gift giving.
a) the person doesn’t know you
b) the person doesn’t care about what you want, he/she is going to give you what he/she wants you to have.
Obviously the answer for most cases is going to fall under b). The act of gift giving should be treated like an art form. When giving a gift you should take time to discover the person, his/her likes, dislikes, interests and so on. This should be a cherished time where you discover a little bit more about this person you call friend, lover, or homie-lover-friend. If you’re going to soil the whole art by doing a half assed job then it’s probably better to give them nothing instead of a horrible gift which will only disappoint them leaving that person to ask the question “why did you get me this? Don’t you know me?”
Remember put your ego on hold and before buying that oh so special cardigan sweater on sale for $59.99, ask yourself… is this what Tyrone would want.”
Ironically, even though my personal great to horrible b-day ratio is slanted toward the negative, I’m awesome at planning them out for other people. I guess it’s because I know too well the pain of disappointment so I always go above and beyond the call of duty to make sure the individual ends their day with a smile on their face and a great memory to add to the databank. I guess I care too much. It’s both a gift and a curse.