Growing up, I didn't want much. This perplexed my parents each year around my birthday and the holidays when I'd shrug when they asked what I want. I was satisfied with a handful of video games and time spent with friends.

This trait has stuck with me into adulthood. My phone and computer are more than five years old. My most significant non-essential purchases are trips to places and books, two different kinds of experiences. It's easier to Marie Kondo my life when I don't acquire all of the stuff in the first place.

I cherish personal objects that were gifted to me: rocks, a dreamcatcher, a mug, framed pictures of friends. Each is a physical manifestation of the gift giver's love for me, and I love to feel loved.

I'm not so arrogant to think I'm immune to the effects of advertisements, but I suspect I have some innate defense against one of their spells: "You want people to love you, so buy this." Love that manifests from what a person has is artificial. I'm not falling for it.

I'm also not above consumerist culture. I buy gifts for people I love, but the quality time and thoughtful actions are far more meaningful. So, all of this is just to say:

We have shared
the experiences
that were on
our calendar

and which
I find more
meaningful
than things

Forgive me
they were euphoric
so memorable
and so fun