The other day, my dad sent this email to my brother and me:
Just headin’ out to SuperWalmart and wondered if you guys want anything for Christmas.
I myself want three things:
a bicycle light — very rudimentary
Forward your wishes to this site at your earliest convenience.
So, I started to jot down things I’d like right now. In the interest of productive brainstorming, I didn’t censor myself or edit my thoughts at all. This is what I wrote:
Oil leak fixed*
Curtains for closet door
Shelf for bathroom
Hat I saw at Target last week
And that was all I could think of. When I looked back at the list, I realized how pathetic it was. I am actually at the point in my life where I put undergarments on my wish list. I mean, most of it has to do with the fact that I’m spending upwards of $1200 to fix my damned car and another several hundred dollars to see loved ones over the holidays, so spending another $40 on socks or $50 on bras just doesn’t seem fun, exciting, or necessary. But let’s get serious. A girl needs socks that she can wear to work without being embarrassed.
I was so humiliated that this is what my life had come to, I decided to take matters into my own hands. So I went to Target and bought that hat and about $40 worth of socks. Did I have the money to spare? Probably not. But I’m slowly learning what it means to be a grown up.
Happy Holidays, Mego. I bought you some socks and a hat.
* This has been the latest drama in my life. I took my car into the shop to get the oil leak fixed and was told I needed about $80 in parts and over $1,000 in labor. Some may say I should have just junked the thing and purchased a new one, but I don’t really have enough money to get a good car without having car payments, and just typing the term “car payment” made me shudder. (Note: Alex, I don’t want to hear anything from you on this subject. You have made your opinion known.)