Overdoin’ It
From Christmas presents to everyday life, it’s pretty clear that I have a problem.
With the Christmas season rapidly approaching, the thought of extravagant presents has been on my mind for way too long. And
no, I’m not talking about my list of wishes, I’m talking about my need to give anything and everything to those around me. Believe me, it’s a legitimate problem.
I’ve been a chronic overdoer since the day I learned that achieving more got you big-ticket items: sparkly gold stars from the hands of a lovely kindergarten teacher.
It’s not that I want to try and outshine everybody in my ability to do more than needed, it’s that sometimes I physically can’t help it. My brain goes into some automatic state of mind, only enabling me to work on the extra credit aspects of my life rather than my actual work. I realized that I had a problem when my overdoing gene started to affect my gift-giving agenda.
A birthday or holiday will be right around the corner and suddenly I get an irresistible itch to spend a copious amount of money. One trip to Zona Rosa and then boom, a fat dent in my bank account has been made. I reason with myself
by saying I want them to have everything they deserve and that since I work, the money really isn’t going anywhere. However, at the end of the day, a $500 bill is still a whole lot of money.
Don’t get me wrong, I genuinely think the people I love deserve the world, but while the overdoing gene is raging, another part of my brain is under pure stress over the number of times my card is swiped.
With every purchase and cheery greeting of a cashier, my willingness to participate in all things shopping-related goes out the window. So, as one can imagine, the Christmas season is a bit of a bittersweet time for me.
As of November 1, I can say that I have officially started a Christmas list that originally began at a grand total of $700. After narrowing down some things that I felt were too unnecessary, $400 is most likely the quota for a mere seven gifts, with a brand new Apple Watch taking up a majority of that. All I can say is, money definitely does not grow on trees, especially in the winter.
As time is growing closer to a holiday that I’m beginning to despise, that itch is coming back. Thanks to the helpful online shopping platforms, I’m expecting the first round of presents to be on my doorstep at least a month before this column is even released.
At the end of the day, it’s my money that is going toward the people I love.
Do I have a solution to my problem? Absolutely not. Do I honestly care? Nope, not really.
