Surprises

I hate surprises.

I have a problem around Christmas because I want to tell everyone what I got them, and I want them to tell me. I just hate the suspense. I like to know what's going on at all times. I like to be the person who sees what is coming. I like to be in control and I like to be in the know.

I guess one reason I am like this is because I don't know how to react to surprises. When I was younger, and still today, I had a problem with birthdays because I don't know how to react when I open a present. Even if I love it and it's exactly what I want, I don't jump up and down and scream and cry. I say "Thank you, I love it!" and then move on.

Sometimes, there are bad surprises. They are not gifts or wedding announcements, or long-lost friends. So, since I cannot say, "Thank you, I love it!" I have decided that the best thing to do is to keep my mouth shut or talk to my sisters. That's the only solution. Oh, and pray.

And life... good grief, it's always throwing surprises at me.