But I feel old. Tomorrow is my birthday, and my wife, friends and parents all asked me what I wanted them to buy.
I can’t think of a thing.
I have a steady job and when I am not at work I play with my children. I don’t really have any hobbies anymore. I mean, I screw around on my computers and I like golf, but I don’t really have any interest in computer games and who has 4 free hours anymore to golf?
A few weeks ago, our TV broke and I bought a new one, cancelling the sure-thing present my mother had lined up.
You know what I would like? Three months’ mortgage. Or some new windows for the house. Maybe a tune-up for my Saturn.
This malaise I am feeling is no joke… Can someone please tell me that there is something that I want for my birthday?!?
I wish I could help you, but I suffer from the same malady. My 20th birthday is coming up in January, and my mom called the other night to ask what I wanted for gifts for both that event and christmas. I couldn’t think of a thing.
Honestly, I can’t think of anything that I want that is purchasable (assume for the sake of argument that that’s a word).
I know the feeling. I’m not interested in clothes, I really don’t want any more doodads. I have enough jewelry.
How about a bottle of really good Scotch (or fill in your favorite vice). You know, something so expensive you would never buy it for yourself.
How about a fresh copy of your favorite childhood book to read to your kids? The Pushcart War by Jean Merrill Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst sounds like just what you need.
Interesting aside… when I got home tonight, someone had dropped off a copy of one of my childhood books that they had bought at a “flea market” at the school. They bought it for their kids years ago and were now done with it. They were going to take it to a used book store when they saw my name in it and brought it over.
