A common theme in this space is to reflect on what remains of the children we were. In general we conclude that the years just make us change rather than the details and it remains substantial. But today I'm going to talk about a topic that, at least I have noticed a radical change, I know you. Of I kid I loved to give away things but more I realized that gift can be a much more satisfactory . Not the typical moralistic roll that is better to give than to receive, as illustrated in postalillas these sold in the stationery to clown when he drops a tear, but because currar a gift, find the exact object to the person want and confirm that puts his face, that we were right, is one of the greatest pleasures of life, like waking in the middle of the night thinking he's going to sound the alarm and discovered that there are still four hours of sleep, or take away socks and scratch where it squeezed the rubber. Gift yes, but not just anything. The year is packed with dates when required to do so, and sometimes birthday saint, the Kings and now Santa Claus, Valentine's Day (horror!), Father's day, mother, grandparents, the friend (here begins to take place, I was going to ruin with the 525 I have in Facebook) and I guess even the consuegro. Legend has extended all those days the English invented the Court but in countries where the company operates more colorful festivities commemorating. This schedule Argentinean totally bored of "memorable dates, intend to hold for example the day of the copywriter (15 February), the health visitor (26 May), the Culinary Workers (Aug. 2), animal (April 26) or mother (should be on February 29 but is 26 October).
mean, we spent the year giving out of obligation and in the end that causes us to buy things just because we receive packages or absurd acquired five minutes before to get along. But the spirit must be different. To me I can go buy a present for my sister for her birthday but three months later, apropos of nothing, find something, an object, she says, like looking into my eyes: "I am a great for Bea." Of course, I buy it, or to mentally file they wait for one of those dates the day of compadre or stepmother in meaningful gift-journalistic slang would say, that has "perch" to do so. Perceiving that we find a gift for someone exact is a wonderful feeling because supposed to have made the effort to get into your skin -empathize-and feeling inside that skin the care that we have. And although mistake or the result is not as round, at least gifted notice that we tried.
Like everyone else, for the rush and commitments do not always find the suitable object, most of the time I have to settle for a merely adequate and sometimes buy anything, I will not go now exquisite. But I am particularly proud of a gift I made a few months ago a colleague work deranged fan of Diego Forlan. I bought the memories of the Uruguayan player "whose cover appears wearing the chocolate bar that is actually what my friend most interested in the individual-and asked a colleague to cover the Atletico Madrid to take him to sign . But anyone with a dedication, if not one that included the word "tenacious", an expression that my colleague, of Venezuelan origin, keeps repeating in the workplace. The point is that the book might not be for his birthday but insisting the player got a little exactly what I wanted. The book was signed with the following: "For Maria Jose, my most persistent admirer. Diego Forlan." I do not think my friends would care to arrive three months late.
I put all this stuff because the other day I received a gift so perfect I would have liked it to me . I sent him a friend and when I removed the package let out a huge laugh but I do not usually laugh noisily. Because the content was "very me", "very me", or seemed chosen by someone who had gotten into my head to choose exactly something I touched a chord emotional and very personal. The gift is shown machanguito in the photo at left, a click of Playmobil, an icon of our childhood, given to the piano, a passion to which I tried to sit up with difficulty higher. A doll a bit different hazard, draculescos air with its tail on the instrument sounding tunes and two candlestick, but loving, that when he left I smiled knowing that he had gone to the right hands.
Well, you know: not ever feel obligated to give me anything . But if they find an ideal object for me and want to buy it, steal it or make it, do it please. I was born on December 4, my saint is on August 20, celebrated Christmas and Epiphany, I am the son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend, brother, journalist, teacher, musician apprentice footballer in my spare time, piano-bar singer, blogger , twiteros , facebookers , Chicharrero of Teruel, Bureba Bust of Real Madrid. .. sure and found hundreds of dates a year as an excuse to me that they have encountered and that seems so appropriate. And I'll do the same with you.
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