I love my people. I really do.


There have been so many beautiful Nelson Mandela posts floating around the web since his passing that I had trouble choosing just one to post here. So I decided to post three. I seriously thank God for the figures that have come before my generation and helped make all my opportunities a reality. I also eagerly await the release of his bio epic, starring my man Idris Elba in the title role.

December 10th marks the day I became overwhelmed by the fact that I have to do Christmas shopping this year. As an unmarried woman with zero kids, I fully expect to only ever have to buy a present for Moms come December 25th, but there are all these incredibly wonderful people in my life who continue to ask what's on my wish list, which means they're plotting to get me something, which means I have to add them to my shopping list, which means there's now all this pressure to find something special. Receiving gifts is easy; giving them is the hard part, and I take pride in my gift-giving abilities. Picking out that perfect something takes some real thought, but that's not all that counts, because when you receive a handpicked present from a friend, it always stands as a subliminal test of how well that person knows you.

I once had an ex-boyfriend buy me chocolates for Valentines Day. A little bit of background info: I don't like chocolate. White chocolate? Sure. Caramel? Give me all of it. Standard, Forrest Gump box of chocolates? NO. He had never seen me eat any, ever. And here he shows up at my front door with a teddy bear and a box of candy that went straight into the trashcan after he left. I had previously mentioned (multiple times) how I don't much care for chocolate, and if he had bothered to think about that purchase before he made it, I wouldn't've had to throw away an otherwise perfectly good gesture of his affections. That's the worry that creeps in while I'm out shopping for someone. Even my own mother. What if s/he doesn't like it? If s/he doesn't use it, it's a waste of my money, and I'll have cool points knocked off my friendship score. Not literally, but here I am - years later - still remembering that time a boyfriend bought me chocolate for Valentine's Day. In hindsight, I do so very much appreciate the fact that he tried, and almost got it right, but almost doesn't count. I don't like not getting it right.

I love my people. I really do. But it would be much easier if we could all just gather 'round a bottle of wine and call it Christmas.

Mom (who just creepily texted me as I typed 'mom'...) has decided she wants a new laptop this year, and apparently I'm Santa Claus. I told her I'd have to double check my naughty list and make sure she's in the clear, but I already know I'll be in a Best Buy frenzy with the rest of the last-minute shoppers. What do laptops even retail for these days? I haven't bought one since college, and that Macbook is still getting the job done.




2 comments:

  1. Nice photos, you've chosen. Great man. Next week, I plan on seeing the movie with Idris Alba as the star...along with Anchorman 2.

    Gift shopping can be hard. I feel like I've failed so many times when it comes to giving people gifts, but I really do put so a lot of thought in getting something that is personal and functional to the recipient.

    As far as laptops go, I say start doing your research now. Look for things like: What kind of processor does it have? What software comes along with it? How much space is on it vs. How much space is needed? What will it be used for? Questions like that really help you narrow down your options and not necessarily reach for the featured item at Best Buy. Stores like that, you really have to go in knowing what you want.

    Hope I helped. Happy shopping!

    -Chymere A.
    www.diaspora-chic.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks, Chymere! All that processor, software, memory research was what I was hoping to avoid, but clearly there's no way around that. I bought her last one from Best Buy, so I'll prob head there again.

      Xo!

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