I sort of didn’t know what to make of it to start with, because I’m slow. My thought process ran; “Hey, there are a bunch of my friends at the door, I thought just Kate was coming over, what is going on..? Oh, they have something… hey, it’s a guitar case, in which I assume is a guitar, cool! Kate must have decided to drop that guitar she said I could borrow around before/after band practice. Wait, they all look far too pleased with themselves and anticipatory for that. Maybe they’re just pleased with themselves because they all decided to drop round together? Hmm, how confusing. I should open the case. Wow, that is an awesome guitar, I thought Kate said her spare guitar was a bit crappy? Unless she was being self-deprecating… wait…. … … … … … …*penny drops* Oh…, oh wow! Oh my, it’s for ME? Why? I don’t understand. Wow… would it be rude to play it? Wait, would it be rude not to play it? I want to play it… I don’t know how to say thank you and convey how much I mean it but not sound gushing. I want to play it!” etc.
Large gestures of affection make me react like a deer in headlights, even though I really appreciate them (and all of you!).
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Date: 2008-11-20 10:48 pm (UTC)…
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…*penny drops* Oh…, oh wow! Oh my, it’s for ME? Why? I don’t understand. Wow… would it be rude to play it? Wait, would it be rude not to play it? I want to play it… I don’t know how to say thank you and convey how much I mean it but not sound gushing. I want to play it!” etc.
Large gestures of affection make me react like a deer in headlights, even though I really appreciate them (and all of you!).