Whistle Wit

When I was in middle school I was a bit sheltered, to say the least. It is not so much that I did not want the knowledge about worldly things, but that my parents felt it would be better if they kept me away from the secular lifestyle. This included certain television shows, movies, and even music. Everything in my life was censored. As my twelfth birthday was approaching I was growing more and more excited to see what presents I would receive. I had a friend whose birthday was the day before mine and I got her a really nice stationary set, so I was so excited to see what she had gotten me in return. The day of my birthday I could barely stand my excitement and I met my friend in the hallway. She handed me an envelope, and my excitement dwindled momentarily. Had she simply gotten me cash? Was I really not worth the thought it took to pick out a real present? As I opened the envelope it contained a card, as expected, but inside the card, was a two dollar bill. Imagine my surprise! I could not believe it. I had no idea there was even such a thing as a two dollar bill. That was the best gift I have ever received. It was such a thoughtful thing and my friend knowing that I had no idea about two dollar bills, knew that I would be totally ecstatic about the gift.

I discovered last Christmas that I’m kinda strange, apparently. I will use something until it literally falls apart to the point where it is unusable before I’ll throw it away.  I don’t like getting new stuff unless I desperately need it, so I’m not a pack rat.  I have a collection of blankets in storage from people giving me blankets for Christmas, and the one I actually have with me and sleep with is the oldest blanket I own. I’ve had it since I was seven.  I have a Bic pen that I’ve used the body and ink-cartridge-holder of for a year and four months.  I keep changing out the ink cartridge just to keep the pen.  It pops out easier than most pens, so it is fun to play with, but I think I just keep it because I’m weird.  My phone is freaking old and I won’t trade it until it breaks.  My wallet is in rags and buying a new one is five bucks and I just don’t want to.  I don’t know why I do this, I just do.

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The two people I would want to go on a vacation with hate each other, so I’d have to go on one vacation with one and then go on a different vacation with the other.  My girlfriend completely hates my best friend and vice-verse.  It kinda sucks.  Me and my girlfriend go on mini vacations and car trips all the time out through country roads. Vacationing with her would consist of either going on longer road trips to places like Yellowstone and Maine, or going overseas to England and Russia.  Vacationing with my best friend would be a little weird.  We’d definitely go to New Zealand, other than that, I’m not sure where to go.  He’s not really the traveling type.  If I was going to just go on vacation by myself, I’d go to South Korea and visit a friend, but neither of my friends get along with that friend, either, so that would be a solo project.

The worst thing about Christmas was the fact that I gave my family personalized gift cards and since I don’t live at home and everyone else does, they have a bunch of conversations I don’t understand because it’s all ‘inside jokes’.  The best thing about Christmas was that we got my lap top and watched Monk on Netflix for the second half of the day.  I felt like I was contributing to making my family happy, because they don’t have Netflix and watch Monk without me.  They liked watching Monk on my computer way more than they liked their Christmas presents.  There were other frustrating things that happened that Christmas, like my mom getting mad at me and my sisters criticizing my stuff, but there were good things too, like that I finally got to sleep at home instead of at my apartment for Christmas Eve.