Underwear
Monday, January 25th, 2010
There is a funny swinging pattern in life. When you are young, the last thing you want is underwear or socks for Christmas or your birthday. By the time that you finally have your parents trained that underwear and socks are bad gifts, you leave home and have to make your own way. This is when the pendulum of sock wanting swings back and kicks you in the ass. Finally, you realize that the only things you really want for Christmas or your birthday is underwear and socks, everything else has become either too personal, specific, or expensive to expect as a gift. And, honestly, you’d rather spend your money on food and drink than on underwear and socks.
One day, you have children of your own, and the momentum of your pendulum of socks wanting starts theirs as they open their first gift of underwear and mistakenly think, “Underwear, what a crappy gift.”