Never make reciprocation
a condition for giving.
"A gift will
come back to you
on its own."
Ha. I call bull.
Send me presents! I love presents.
(AIEEEEEE! The second I typed that, a spider crawled up my arm, right on the tender, white, vulnerable underside of my arm! If you know me, you'll know I have a deep, abiding spider phobia, but that would have made anyone jump out of their chairs.)
Okay, Universe. Got the message.
I take back everything I said.
Giving good. No reciprocity. Got it.
I don't like it when the universe slaps me upside the head like that.
Or tickles me under the arm.
(Shudder.) Off to find my heart. I think it leaped out of my chest, crawled under my desk and is cowering behind my slippers.