At what point did I stop wanting toys and games for Christmas and start wanting Kitchen Aid mixers? I am constantly frightened by the things that excite me these days. When my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas I desperately racked my brain for something that would typically be “exciting.” Nope, nothing. My list was topped with giftcards to Dunkin‘ Donuts and Starbucks, books, and pajamas. Though they do not sound like anything to get worked up over, these things actually do excite me.
When I was younger, my sister and I used to dread going to department stores with our mother. Mom would browse the purse department for what seemed like hours while my sister and I complained and begged to leave. How could anyone find boring old purses exciting? “We will never willingly enter the purse department” my sister and I promised each other. I don’t remember the exact moment it happened but one day at the mall I realized that my sister was actually having fun looking at purses. Traitor! “Someday you will too,” she told me. But I refused to believe it. Something happened somewhere along the line though. Now, a brand new designer purse has the power to make my mood much brighter. When did this happen? How did I go from being bored out of my mind over purses to jumping for joy at the thought of buying a new one?
I can’t help but wonder what else will change as I get even older. Could it get any worse? I mean, I’m already excited by bedding, cooking appliances, and furniture. Am I going to start becoming interested in gardening products? planting herbs? knitting yarn? I guess only time will tell but for now, I’m just keeping my fingers crossed for a brand new Kitchen Aid blender come Christmas morning.