December 9th again

It is better to give than to receive...unless someone is watching me.

Let me explain. I love giving to charity. It gives me the warm fuzzies. I do not love giving to charity if someone is watching me. I'd rather shove it into a charity dumpster, leave it at a back door, or have my mom take it for me. If I have to bring it and a person is there to accept my lovely donation I know I'm being judged. I know that this little old lady is thinking, "Holy cow you freak! Where did you get all of this crap? Are you some sort of hoarder that just realized your wrong ways? Why do you have so many effin' beanie babies?" and not "Wow this young lady really is a saint for donating so much." You can keep your thoughts about my "good deeds" and I'll just leave my boxes of junk on your back door at midnight.

I feel the same way about consignment shops. I hate bringing in my bag of "gently used clothing" to Plato's Closet for some pre-teen to riffle through it and give me $5 for my Banana Republic shirts. When I ask why they don't take my Gap jeans I get a sigh, hair flip, and "umm we only take stuff as old as last season." I avoid Plato's closet at all costs. What do they know about style anyway?

If I can get some money for my old stuff I'm not going down without a fight, so I opted for the local shop here in town. There's no way this old fat lady with a bad hair piece would reject my lovely items. Apparently she doesn't want my stuff either. She'll only don her little shop with the lovely holiday sweaters and velvet jogging suits. So after all the judging and embarrassment I end up shoving the clothes in the charity dumpster in front of Walmart.

So much for the warm fuzzies...