Pretzels, yesterday was Roommate Anna's birthday. As a thoughtful roommate, I bought flowers for her at the farmer's market on Sunday. Unfortunately, we bumped into Roommate Anna as I was getting the flowers, ruining the surprise. Still, I was happy to give her flowers. Yesterday morning, I added a card by the flowers and left it on the dining table for her to see, and found it strange that it was still there at the end of the day.
Finally, I brought it up over dinner.
Moi: Did you get a chance to see the Korean-soap post card I got you?
RA: No.
Moi: I left it by your flowers.
RA: Wait, those flowers really are for me?
Moi: Of course, they are. I told you they were for your birthday!
RA: I thought you were joking.
This revelation led to some deep soul searching. What are the choices I have made in my life, Pretzels, that would make my roommate doubt whether I'm nice enough to recognize her birthday? To make someone think I would joke about giving them a birthday present? That I would get flowers and a card on my roommate's birthday only to keep them for myself? What sort of monster has graduate school made me out to be?
Probably someone who also made a birthday cake from scratch for a different friend the day before and attended a different friend's birthday party instead of Anna's. Someone like that? Though the way I see it, it just means I have a lot of friends, that I'm nice to all of them, and Anna has the worst sense of humor.
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