Everyone who knows me knows that it's no secret that I am possibly the world's worst wrapper. No matter how I cut the paper either one of two things happen: there's too little and it rips, or there is too much resulting in extra hanging on the side. Usually it's the latter. I even cut down the excess paper, and there always seems to be too much when I tape the sides causing a bump of extra wrapping paper.
Family members used to get annoyed that the wrapping always looked sloppy, especially when I was helping them wrap presents for other people. I had hoped that with time my wrapping abilities would improve, but it's been fifteen years and no such luck.
In recent years I have come to accept the fact that my presents are never going to be neatly wrapped no matter how hard I try. I have also claimed this as my own wrapping style, making it my signature. Everyone who receives a wrapped gift from me can be assured that I wrapped it myself with love. It will never be perfect, but that's what makes it special. We each have special quirks that makes us unique, and this happens to be one of mine.
Besides, the joy I receive is watching them open the gift. The recipient is usually happier with the gift than the way it is wrapped. Not to mention that often times the wrapping paper is shredded only to be tossed in the trash.
My wrapping may be nothing pretty to look at, but the outside is merely a shell for what is housed within.
Music: Blind Guardian
Beverage: Diet Mountain Dew
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