Thinking about stuff to get family. Something I haven't done in a while and it isn't any easier for the most part.
That is to say it's always been tough to figure out what to get my mom, the rest somewhat easier. So maybe a group present, but that's not really the focus of my post.
It got me thinking about a present I did send once, just a game I picked up and sent to my brother. Nothing much, but I think it made him happy to have. It's that simplicity which I have missed by being away.
Having moved when my siblings were younger, I missed a lot of stuff that happened to them. In some ways they are the same people I remember, but in important ways they have changed. And while another game might make my brother happy, it isn't quite the same. He's not the 10 year old I last spent time with, hasn't been for going on 10 years now. That's a big change.
It is depressing to realize how much time has gone by and consider that for him I haven't been there for half his life. Big difference between 10 and 20. And for my sisters too. Although I notice it most with my brother who was the youngest and then my little sister and finally the older sister.
Looking at it the other way, it's been a long time away from my parents also. Knowing how it feels from one side makes me appreciate how it must be for the other side.
Thinking about presents has made me nostalgic for something I wasn't even around for. It would have been good to have been.
I miss what I missed.
Anyways, carry on Xmas.
Posted by hugin at Diciembre 22, 2004 03:27 PMSo very true.
Posted by: Daphne on Diciembre 22, 2004 04:02 PMHOHOHOHO. Or rather AHA!
Ah fooey. Not funny. Not at all. I cannot begin to describe how it actually feels from the other side. I try not to be reminded too much. New Years feels the same way.
Just...it would be nice to see you at Convocation when your little brother gets his PhD. in Philosophy. Maybe in Montreal?
From the Youngest,
For clarity, I have filtered my mental effluent until it is a fine and distilled thing, such that I may comment with accuracy and effectiveness.
[crickets chirping]
No, nevermind. The filter has been turned off, and the claustrophobia caused by the tiny comment box will also not hamper the extensiveness of my commenting! It has been decided, yea, verily.
Hmm. This post I'm commenting is rather funny because--before reading this--I had been wondering what you were like when young (since I wasn't really alive at the time to find out). I don't really wonder what you're like now though. There's some kind of implicit assumption on my part--is it explicit now that I've mentioned it?--that you're still essentially the same as I remember you. I doubt there's anything deep in that though.
Interestingly, my most vivid memory of the past is of sitting on the floor to your right and watching you play Mortal Kombat (ah, those were the days). Right next to that memory is having my toenail shattered when a door was opened in my face at the dojo.... I guess that doesn't say much for my memory, hah!
Humm. Perhaps I should search for some method of conversing with you. Though if a medium of communication actually appeared, magically, I suspect I'd end up not being able to think of anything to say anyway. Errruhm.
Ooo, I know! Brief words followed by full stops will convey the entirety of my being, and all in this little comment box no less. I am at 1 with my 0s! Why am I alluding to binary? I...don't know. Carrying on!
Practicing piano slightly. Philosophy majoring. Sketching, slightly. Writing, slightly. Reading webcomics, more than slightly. Sane, possibly. Anime and japanese music, huzzah.
The End. (But where was the plot?)
PS: Happy Belated January 1, 12:00am.