in the debris of delight
It's probably a sign of true adulthood that I've honestly started to get more enjoyment from giving presents than receiving them. It's absolutely true--how fun it is to watch people tear open presents* and laugh, or smile, or even squeal in delight! As opposed to opening presents yourself and having to pretend you're overjoyed instead of aghast.
Of course, I don't discount the possibility that people who open my presents are likewise faking pleasure, but better them than me, I say. See? Even when I'm generous, I'm selfish, haha!
*un-fragile--please handle without care
Okay, it's not exactly a pet peeve, but it does kind of irk me when people painstakingly peel off gift wrappers, with the ostensible intent of saving them. I mean, come on! If you ask me, it takes half the fun out of it. And you're gonna save, what, less than ten pesos? Worse, are you actually trying to save some brand-name wrapping paper like Rustan's or something so as to give yourself present prestige points, when you are, in fact, reluctant to shell out the aforementioned ten lousy pesos?
Granted, there are many people in the world for whom ten bucks for wrapping paper is a big deal, but let's come clean: none of the people I actually know well enough to give gifts to are those people. Not that I have anything against frugality or anything, but well, I guess maybe I do. But I got you a present--you could at least make it look like you actually want to open it, instead of letting me watch as you map out your little repurposing plans in your head.