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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The Boo Yah Post
Now. I'm not normally one to blog about my relationships. Mostly because there are about three people in the world I tell that kind of stuff too, so you can imagine that I'm not big on displaying my personal life for the world to see, although sometimes I wish I did...because it can get pretty hilarious. However, you can know that I have a mildly dramatic dating history, which began when I was about 17 and really hasn't relented since then.
So. When I was 17 and dating my high school boyfriend, high school sweet heart or whatever other stupid name people have for those people you date for your junior and senior year of high school, I gave said boyfriend a birthday gift. Now. Gift buying for a significant other can be very complicated, as I am sure many of you are aware. This is especially true when you are in high school and your communication skills aren't great (heck...mine still aren't great) and you don't know how much to spend, or what to get and you sit and worry three months prior to their birthday that they are going to hate what you bought them. (Oh..that's just me? Well. I guess consider me a basket case of gift giving). Not having any idea what to get him, a friend of mine told me that his backpack had seen better days (AKA it was duct taped together) and suggested that I get him that. I think, sweet, okay, better than the random DVD I had previously thought about. So I give him a new backpack, he says he likes it, we move on, whatever.
Flash forward a year, I'm getting ready to leave for college and have just had an enlightening trip to Europe, and we are in the long and dramatic process of breaking up that shows like Dawson's Creek and One Tree Hill dictate we go through in a manner more ridiculous that necessary. We are having multiple conversations about all the things we hate about each other. Really nice stuff. If you've never heard your boyfriend list all the things he doesn't like about you...you should try it some time...it's delightful. So in this process, he brings up the fact that he did not like the backpack I got him for his birthday. He thought it was lame and unthoughtful or something along those lines...I don't really remember, I've tried to block it out. I am obviously hurt, so I'm sure I retaliated by saying something mean about him and we proceeded on in the essentially year long process that it really takes to truly break these things off (oh wait...that's just me too? Crap.) Today I sat and figured it out. I gave him that backpack in 2005. It is currently 2012. Seven years, my friends.
Today I get a facebook message, from someone I hadn't spoken to in about four years. If you guessed that it was my boyfriend from high school. YOU WIN. The message read:
So. When I was 17 and dating my high school boyfriend, high school sweet heart or whatever other stupid name people have for those people you date for your junior and senior year of high school, I gave said boyfriend a birthday gift. Now. Gift buying for a significant other can be very complicated, as I am sure many of you are aware. This is especially true when you are in high school and your communication skills aren't great (heck...mine still aren't great) and you don't know how much to spend, or what to get and you sit and worry three months prior to their birthday that they are going to hate what you bought them. (Oh..that's just me? Well. I guess consider me a basket case of gift giving). Not having any idea what to get him, a friend of mine told me that his backpack had seen better days (AKA it was duct taped together) and suggested that I get him that. I think, sweet, okay, better than the random DVD I had previously thought about. So I give him a new backpack, he says he likes it, we move on, whatever.
Flash forward a year, I'm getting ready to leave for college and have just had an enlightening trip to Europe, and we are in the long and dramatic process of breaking up that shows like Dawson's Creek and One Tree Hill dictate we go through in a manner more ridiculous that necessary. We are having multiple conversations about all the things we hate about each other. Really nice stuff. If you've never heard your boyfriend list all the things he doesn't like about you...you should try it some time...it's delightful. So in this process, he brings up the fact that he did not like the backpack I got him for his birthday. He thought it was lame and unthoughtful or something along those lines...I don't really remember, I've tried to block it out. I am obviously hurt, so I'm sure I retaliated by saying something mean about him and we proceeded on in the essentially year long process that it really takes to truly break these things off (oh wait...that's just me too? Crap.) Today I sat and figured it out. I gave him that backpack in 2005. It is currently 2012. Seven years, my friends.
Today I get a facebook message, from someone I hadn't spoken to in about four years. If you guessed that it was my boyfriend from high school. YOU WIN. The message read:
Hey. Just wanted to let you know I still use that backpack you got me forever ago. I know I hated on it at the time, but it's worked out well. So ummm. Good job.
Say it with me everyone!
BOO YAH!
Just call me Claire Kinney: Champion Gift Giver.
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