I like to give stuff away. That's a good thing, right? Yeah, that's what I though. It has occured to me though, that I will do anything I can go give something away sometimes. My poor mother has been victimized by my giving many times. She would have something that she absolutely never used (i.e. the National Audubon's Society's Guide to the Night Sky) and I had a friend that would LOVE it. So.... I gave it away. Sheesh.... of course, Mom immediately noticed, and I bought her a new one (This wasn't terribly recently, just so you know).
Flash forward to today. I have a friend that loves cuckoo clocks. So, what do I do? I think to myself, "I should get on ebay and look for one for him to fix up and keep in his room." I look and look and find a good one that needs a little work (he likes to fix them). I'm actally considering buying it, when I stop myself and say, "You dork! It's $45! He would KILL you for spending that much on him!" It doesn't really matter to me though. The thought of the smile on his face and the joy that it would bring to his heart means so much more to me. But seriously, that's a bill that I wouldn't pay.... I'm trying to resist the urge to buy it, but good grief, that feels so wrong sometimes.
The same thing happened to me last week. A friend is obsessed with Manchester United Football, so I finally found the perfect gift: A ManU sweatshirt, which is nearly impossible to find in this country. I did buy this one, though. Sometimes I just can't control myself. I would make such a good millionaire.... I mean, really.....