"hey"
"hey"
"where are you?"
"walking aimlessly through the mall."
"oh."
"why?"
"well, we have something for you."
"yeah?"
"oh, and we are in town."
"neat."
i have to admit that i am always a little hesitant when one of my family members offers me a present. again, its not that i dont like my family, its just that we have radically different positions when it comes to defining whats cool.
would i be the recipient of an animal? or, even better, some sort of animal part? a table made of elk's legs for example. maybe the head of the legendary and elsuive jackalope.
okay, i embellish.
my brother is not that bad of a gift giver. especially now that he is married. his wife, like most wives, has a way of being thoughtful.
but still any gift that wasnt specifically pointed at or described by me gave good cause for worry.
what do they know about me?
i know that they read this blog (hi guys.) which should give some insight as to my interests and the like. but we dont see each other much, and we are very, very different.
i know that if i had to shop for my brother according to any of his myriad interests. i would find myself lost in a world full of strange jargon and cultural ignorance.
i know he likes jeeps. i know nothing of jeeps.
i, on most days, will readily admit to admiring the aesthetic of the west and the cowboy way of life. that said, i may as well have been born in brookyln for all i know concerning our shared heritage.
so, naturally, i was bit afraid of whatever this unprovoked gift happened to be.
not so much that it was going to be the wrong thing. i have nothing. the wrong thing is usually better than nothing.
but instead, i was scared of my reaction. i didnt want to seem dissapointed. if i seemed dissapointed i would discourage them from getting me more gifts.
(i am now realizing how long i am making what should be a relatively short story. the reason for this being that i am now free from any previously known time restraint in regards to my typing. it really is a wonderful thing. nonetheless, let me wrap things up.)
my brother and his wife were waiting.
there was excitement hidden under their calm expressions.
it was a black case.
i made a little girl voice.
they had gotten me my very first computer.
its a bit old and slow, and it cant do a lot. but its definetly good for writing.
thats why they gave it to me.
to write.
this computer, my computer, is the first investment that i have ever recieved in support of my aspirations to be a writer.
the first time that a family member has ever shown belief that maybe i am not just wasting my time.
"you have to promise though that you will only write good things about us."
how could i write anything else? everytime i write i will think of their generosity.
at least until i updgrade. then, the shit will fly, kids. you just wait.
10:31 a.m. - 2006-01-10
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