Generosity

Flowers. Flowers. Flowers. They are pretty at a distance, have a scent to them that can smell good, or smell really bad. I never understood the point of them when someone sends them to another person. Flowers are pretty for a day or so, then turn brown and ugly then die. What is the point. I don't like flowers. I have received them twice now in two months. I don't like flowers. The idea of them might be good, but in the end the feelings fade and the flowers die. I don't like flowers. When I want something, I will let you know. In my previous relationship, I blatantly stated what I wanted for my birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's. I printed out pictures, circled in magazines, and picked out in stores. I never once asked for flowers, and never once got them. That is the only thing that boy did right. He understood how my brain worked (sort of) and he didn't try to mess it up by getting me dumb flowers. I don't like flowers. The ex never got me flowers, but he would occasionally surprise me with things I liked: fishing and hunting shirts, favorite candy, and dinner. I don't like flowers. This new boy that keeps getting me flowers, needs to learn, but probably won't. He asked me on the day of Valentine's what I wanted. I replied with nothing because for once I had not wanted anything. Well, this boy being younger than me, just could not grasp the idea that I did not want anything and decided to buy some damn flowers for me instead of granting my wishes of NOTHING! When I say I don't want anything, I MEAN IT! I don't like flowers, therefore DON'T BUY THEM FOR ME! I guess it's the fact that he is younger, he does not understand. He will learn one day. But I still HATE flowers.