matchbox twenty - time after time (acoustic cover)

sorry, sorry, but i was just sitting on my bed, writing out my to-do list, and i was thinking about home-made presents. i like them, i like putting time into a gift for someone else, rather than getting something that takes about 5 minutes to pick out and buy. unfortunately, these kinds of unique gift ideas usually only come in regard to people i barely know. for example, i'm shit out of luck for what i could possibly make for stephanie. but i know exactly how i'm going to get world peace for evan.
i'm going all freudian on you now, but i think this is because of a childhood experience. when i was littler, about 9 or 10 (i vaguely remember doing this in my room in idaho) i made my mom an angel ornament for christmas. i cut up a really pretty barbie-sized blanket that i had (i remember it was for her horse) and put cotton balls in the middle, and sewed it up to make it kind of like a cheap ghost. i spent a lot of time making the perfect angel wings, cutting them out and putting sparkly glitter glue on them, and attaching them to the cheap ghost. i got a piece of wire and wrapped it around the neck to make a halo. i even hotglued a little string on the back so it could be hung up. ... i don't think i was ever prouder of something that i'd made. i loved it, and i thought my mom would be thrilled when she opened it. i put it in tissue paper in a box, laid it out so it looked all pretty, and wrapped it up and stuck it under the tree. when she opened it on christmas, i was watching her closely so i could memorize exactly how happy she would be to have something so thoughtful, something that i spent so much time making. and i remember she kind of looked confused for a minute, then smiled up at me and was like "thanks chelsea" and put it to the side. she put the ornament on the tree later, but i've never seen it again since we took the tree down that year. i assume she threw it away... so my freud analysis of this is that, basically, i don't trust people to appreciate something that i give in earnest. i'll give things away casually, because if i don't care in the first place, then it won't hurt if the person i gave it to doesn't appreciate it. but if i really, truly put effort into what i'm doing for the person, and they don't respond... it hurts. heh, i'm thinking of other exampls of the same sort of case, and i can see how many times things like that have happened to me... like, the other day i was going through my parents' drawers looking for some film for me camera, and i found the necklace and earrings i bought for my mom a couple years ago for christmas... in the same box they were bought in, the little wires still holding the necklace in place.
maybe my mom's just a bitch who doesn't appreciate the things i try to do for her.
but she's not a bitch. i love her, i just don't know how to explain these things.