Three Terrible Thoughts

What do you do when people give you gifts that you don't like? It didn't used to bother me, except for a little twinge that someone had spent hard-earned money on that, but I'm an INFP, whenever I got gifts that weren't really my style, I simply changed my style. That has finally changed, as of the past few years, and now I'm wracked with guilt for not liking the majority of my Christmas presents.

This trip to Maryland has added four more gifts to the "egh?" pile, although I do like one for its general cuteness and the kindness of the gesture. But sitting in my Nana's living room, in a rocking chair that belonged to my brother when he was three, opening gifts beneath the beaming (if not malicious) eyes of a grandmother I don't particularly like (Eeks! Let's pile on the guilt, shall we?) three things were running through my head, in this particular order:

1. I'm so glad no one here can read minds

2. I wonder how much I could get for these on ebay

3. I'm so glad it's me, not Violet, opening these in front of everyone.

It's like a bad Nicolas Cage voice-over. Oh Dear.