Have you ever been associated with a product due to an offhand remark or use of it so that that people assume you love it and give you more? It's happened to me a couple times, including this birthday, which is why I'm thinking of it.

The first and most infuriating time was when I was young and trying out soaps to find out one I like. I tried some Axe at one point, and it was horrible. I didn't want to waste it, so I decided to use it till it's out, and my family assumed that I was in love with Axe. My Grandparents got me this beauty basket filled with a bunch of Axe deodorants sprays and soaps. I had to explain to them that I only used Axe because It was what I had, I hated how it smelled and felt and looked. (Seriously, their soaps freak me out)

About two years ago my father attempted to change and for once actually listened to me. Of course, he didn't listen to me before than, so all the info about me before then he missed. And when we stayed over, and I wasn't able to get out of it feigning sickness, I avoided him, so he didn't get much info about me. I love the Cello and still do, but quit because my teacher was really mean. I then went to try my other dream, the flute. Apparently my mouth was too big, and the blah blah blah, we do stupid things to get with our crushes, and I went to play trombone. I fucking hated it and quit. My tertiary musical interest was guitar, but they didn't teach that at school. My dad only caught the last part, so my Christmas gift was a starter Guitar. At least it was something I had some interest in, and at least my dad listened for once. If only he changed more.

My mom went on vacation and got me a bracelet as a souvenir. I wore it pretty much everyday because I'm sentimental and a mama's boy. So now my mom assumes I love bracelets, and gave me one for my birthday. It's pretty nice, but kinda feminine so I won't wear it in public.

I don't really know the point of all this, or how I should feel. I guess it's the thought that counts, but it kinda sucks when everyone pretend to cares bout you and know you for a day and fail so miserably. I don't mind if all I am to someone is some useless superficial fact, but I just wish it was at least the right one. I hate holidays because of this.