The month of may is almost here, and usually, I’m very excited about this upcoming month. As the month of May is my birthday month. But it’s been a tough year thus far. There’s thunder and lightning today, and the day is dreary. Tomorrow promises no less dreariness. Is that a word? I believe it is.
For my birthday, I have recently started a tradition of buying myself a little gift for my birthday. This may sound corny, but I buy one on behalf of my mom. I try to think of what my mom would like to get for me. Maybe that’s a bit maudlin. At this point, I don’t know.
Anyway, permit me one more, possibly maudlin bit. This year, I have three gifts to buy on behalf of others. Anyway, I don’t want this to be an exercise in the depressing realm of being. It’s meant to be sweet, nostalgic, and even happy.
This year, I’m a bit stuck. I have no clue. Thus, I googled. I searched. I went on Amazon and looked for “gifts for oneself.” A hand massager came up first. I giggled. Then I saw a wearable sherpa blanket and tattoo markers. Does anyone else find these to be strange first options? I have to say I’m tempted by the wearable sherpa blanket. I could even wear it at work instead of using a heater that is against company policy.
On Google, you get some interesting lists, including womens Moroccan Leather Babouche Slippers. There are also just plain microwavable slippers.
Apparently, the notion is that if you are buying yourself a gift, your body aches, and you are feeling cold.
I think I’ll go for some candy, jewelry, and some high heels. Maybe I’ll throw in a wearable sherpa blanket, but only if in pink.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Psychology, society, women
Oh Dear Lord my Goodness Just the Thought
of Any Gift With the Texture of Wool Gives
me A Most Uncomfortable Feeling of Touch
From Afar Like Most Other Man Made
Materials Dear Miriam With Extreme
Tactile Sensitivity That Way
Yet It’s True Hanes Will
Do And 100 Percent
Too As Today i Went
As the Gift of A Goat Yes
A Huge Goat on A Shirt Coming
Out of Blue Skies Like Our Day of Sunday
Following An All Day Saturday Rain my
Maternal Grandmother Picked Cotton From
Sunrise to Sunset Helping Her Father
She Had To Quit School in 9th Grade
When Her Mother Died From Breast
Cancer Then Helping To Raise her Two
Sisters Who Got To Go To College And Make
A Rather Easy Life For Themselves Compared to Hers
Waiting Tables A Decade Raising 3 Girls of Her Own
12 Hours A Day 7 Days A Week No Car Then Walking
To Work In Every Weather to Come to Survive Wow
Her Hands From Picking That Cotton Were As Big And
Strong As A Man’s Hands Yet Worn By Arthritic Joints From
A Life of So Much Stress And Worry Where Immune Systems Issues
Often Sprout Anyway ‘Steel Magnolias’ Come in Many Different Editions For
i Gain Comfort
in The Every Day
Gift of A Cotton T-Shirt
i Am Reminded of my Grandmother’s
Strong Hands Sadly Though She Worried
If i Played The Piano i Might Become Like ‘Liberace’
As It’s True She Was the First Woman to Wear Slacks
in Town And Work in the Parts Department of the Auto Dealer
During World War II in Her Own Strong Armed Rosie the Riveter
Job Then i Often Wonder Why Folks Project Their own Fears on Others
For It’s True if We Cannot Become Our True And Authentic Selves and
Left in Life
To Truly Own
And Cherish For Real…
my Father Left at 3 He Was
A Big Tough Law Enforcement
Guy Who Thought my Mother Should
Work to Make Him Rich Rather Than
Raise Children in a Garden of Love
He Told me if i Joined the Military
it would make me a Man And my
Grandmother Told me When
i Was Little Watching
The Men Paint Her
Home From Inside
Those Are Real Men Doing
Real Work As It’s True i Was
Too Weak To Push the Mower
Through Her Thick River Grass
And Even Later in 6th Grade too
Fragile to Complete the Raking of
A Neighbor’s Yard to Make a Few Dollars
As My Mother Was in no Position to Dole Out Allowances…
Yet It’s True my FRiEnD the Greatest Gift is Change And the
Greatest Strength is Pay No Attention to the Labels Others Give
You Like the F Word in Middle School When You Dare to Smile
At the City Park or School Halls True the F Word and Not Fred
By The So-Called Christian Bully Boys Who Threatened Any
Boy who Might
Dare to Express
A Smile Just For the
Gift of Breathing This Life
And Getting to Learn Something
New at School or Becoming One with
The Ball, Racquet, and Back Board in
Zen Solo Tennis Play At the City Park
A Greatest Gift is Outcast in Every God
Damned Way Even When You Have
to Go to Hell to Find the Manual
to Who You Even Are the
Greatest Gift is Change
As We Will Come
out of the
DarK And Be
A New Creation
No Different than
Butterfly Rising Out of a Cocoon
No Longer Tripping Over Caterpillar Feet Either hehe
God Bless the Outcasts For They Shall Find A Way to Inherit the
the Best God
Damned Gift Ever…
Free of Bullshit Free of Bullshit…
Free of All Man Made God Damned CRap
Happy Birthday For All Who Rise From Low
And Become Human Enough to Be THe All…
To Be the ‘Impossible Dreamer’ For Real With SMiLes..:)
Always tough, but I learned that the best birthday celebrations are the ones that I throw myself.
It’s too bad, but expecting other people to even remember my birthday (beyond a quick call from my sisters and kids) leads directly to unhappiness. Planning my own (in New Jersey it was my annual pot luck picnic for my birthday) works better – fewer disappointments.
Having been chronically ill for 33 years also made special stuff like birthdays much harder for me: even if the healthy people weren’t going to do anything special, I still wanted to see them.
Now that we live in a retirement community, and the pandemic is over (ha!), I need to find a substitute.
Happy birthday, Taurus, fixed sign, signifying the height of a season, when it is in full swing, as now. Taurus is Venus-ruled, so, though strong and stable, inclined to gentleness and beauty, the pastels of spring flowers, and lounging in shade and sun. A terror when provoked too much, but usually placid and calm.
You appear to make your birthdays very interesting. Good for you. Since it’s May, Happy Birthday!
Weird first search outcomes for sure. My favorite self gifts are books.