I shall not want

Nothing better than a birthday when you can't think of anything to want. Absolutely. Nothing. I'm not sure exactly what this says about me, except that maybe I'm un poco consumeristic. If I want something, I buy it for myself, usually within three days of deciding I want it. I don't wait for birthdays or Christmas. Maybe the next paycheck, but usually not. It wasn't always like this. I can remember the feeling of wanting something for months and months, and having my page-long Christmas list pretty much finalized by October. Grandma would call to ask for ideas, and I'd go on and on until she just had to tell me goodbye and hang up. This year she was lucky to get one suggestion, and she had to endure five minutes of silence before I came up with anything. (And even then, I don't think a pony was the most helpful answer). It was like this at Christmas, too. I actually had to put off buying myself things so that other people could get them for me. There was a soundtrack I wanted, but I had to wait a month to get it, because I knew my little sister had it sitting in her closet.
And the things I do want keep getting more and more expensive, and increasingly unrealistic. The only thing I could really convince myself to want this year was a darkroom, which, all told, would cost around $700. This isn't so bad, but would take a bit of coordinating contributions from family members to pull off, and I was feeling lazy. I told them my second choice was an iPod nano, and with no other options, that's what they went with.
It could work out well that I've never loved surprises.