By Ox Drover
When I was a kid growing up, one of the “old sayings” that was bandied around the family was the one about “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.” As a small child this didn’t make any sense, since there weren’t any Greeks that I knew of living anywhere around where we lived in central Arkansas. (The phrase actually refers to the story of the ancient Greeks invading Troy by hiding soldiers in a massive wooden horse that was given to the city as a gift—the Trojan Horse.)
This saying could have been paraphrased as “beware of ANYONE that you don’t trust bearing gifts.”
Many cultures teach their children that if someone does a favor for you, the “law of reciprocity” means you are indebted to them if you accept the favor. My own culture, the Scots-Irish, will do a favor for almost anyone, but will only accept a favor from someone who is a very close friend or relative, and very trusted.
Giving to a neighbor
When we moved back to Arkansas on a small 6-acre farmette, my son and I purchased some dairy goats, as he was allergic to cow milk. Goats are like rabbits and multiply rapidly, and before long we were milking seven, with much more milk than we could use, so we fed it to young pigs.
One of our neighbors, who lived on a large farm, had found an orphan deer and they were bottle feeding it. I know that deer are first cousins to goats, and that a baby deer will literally starve to death on cow milk. I asked them if they would like some goat milk to feed their baby deer, and told them I was literally pouring out excess milk. They refused to take it, but later came back begging to buy it because their baby deer was starving to death! Being the contrary person that I am, I REFUSED TO SELL IT TO THEM, but would GIVE IT TO THEM. Knowing what I was doing, I actually forced these people who didn’t know me very well to accept a favor from me.
I knew these people were uncomfortable by accepting a gift from a relative stranger, so I put them between a rock and a hard place. They were forced to choose between letting their pet starve, or accepting a favor from me. They took the favor, and afterwards we became very, very good friends, until their deaths some 20 years later.
I guess really this was sort of “mean” of me to knowingly make them uncomfortable, because I knew their cultural prejudices and I knew why they were reluctant to take the milk when I first offered it to them. I could have chosen to sell the milk to them and had an “even trade.” I decided, though, that I wanted them for friends, and by making them accept my favor, I knew they would think I was the “best neighbor.”
Gifts and trust
Many of us have the same feelings, though they are maybe not conscious, but more subconscious, that people who do nice things for us when they first meet us are courtly, generous, giving, helpful, etc. We think they are more trustworthy than they really are.
Me giving those people milk, knowing I had them in a place they could hardly refuse, that they wouldn’t refuse, and knowing it would raise me in their esteem unconsciously, wasn’t for any financial or other kind of gain. But if I had been a psychopath, it very well could have been. Within a month of meeting me and accepting the gift of the milk, those people would have given me the keys to their house. I was a trusted family friend.
Have you ever met someone who instantly wanted to be your “best friend?” Who wanted to do things for you or give you things when you hardly know them? Psychopaths frequently do this, and it is sometimes called the “love bomb.” The potential victim is “set up” by the cult or abuser by being very, very giving and generous to them with kind words, kind deeds, and other things that will raise the psychopath in the esteem of the victim. “He is so sweet, he brought me roses every time we went out.” “He is just such a wonderful person.”
Psychopathic ex
Actually, bringing me roses doesn’t prove you are a nice person. Or, like my psychopathic now ex-boyfriend, mowing my egg donor’s yard, or helping out around my farm, didn’t mean he was a nice guy. About a week after I started dating him, my washing machine died. I mentioned I was going to have to get another one the next day, and he immediately said, ”Oh, I’ll buy you a new washer.”
Immediately my WARNING: RED FLAG sign went up (“Beware of new friends bearing gifts”) and I thanked him but said, “No, thank you, that’s way too big a gift for you to get me, I’ll buy my own.” He was actually offended and sort of “huffed” about the rest of the evening. I later found out that he had bought large items for his harem of girlfriends while he was married, even paid their rent, etc. I didn’t, however, ACT ON the “warning” at that time; I only realized it later.
Money from mom
After my late husband was killed and I retired, I had no real pressing financial needs as everything I own was paid for. My egg donor, who is probably quite a bit better off financially than I am, though, kept asking me if I “needed money.” I always told her, “Nope, I’m doing fine, thanks.”
However, she did this frequently enough that it got to be kind of a strain between us. Finally she said one day, with frustration in her voice, “You wouldn’t take it if you did need it, would you?”
Though we were still at that time on “good terms,” I told her “Honestly, no I wouldn’t. I’m a big girl and I have lived within my means since I have been an adult and supported myself. The only money I ever took from you was the money I borrowed from you for the kids’ school tuition while I was in college and I paid that back.”
Later, when I went to the probate court to get the Trojan Horse Psychopath tossed out of her home, and my cousin appointed as her power of attorney (she had taken me off and appointed my DIL who was later arrested after stealing $24,000 from mother and trying to kill my other son), my mother told her attorney how “generous she had been to me.” I guess she was referring to the $100 she had given me for my birthdays and once when she had given me $10,000 at Christmas “so the IRS won’t get it after I’m dead.” (Mind you, not because she wanted to give it to me, but to keep the IRS from getting it.)
Reciprocity
Reciprocity is a good thing. My best friend and I do things for or give each other things all the time. We don’t even keep any “score” on who has done the most for the other. But over all, it “evens out” through the years. This year she may do more for me, or I may do more for her, but it has never been one sided. That’s the way it should be. Some give and some take in relationships. Not one-sided.
Especially in new relationships, notice the reciprocity, or lack of it, in the relationship. Does it come on too fast? Are they trying to give too much or take too much? Are they trying to push the relationship too fast forward so that you don’t have time to really get to know them in a variety of situations? If so, be aware that you should keep an eye on “new friends who come bearing way too many gifts, way too soon.”
my dad, the N had some earrings made for me for xmas about 4 years ago – great big honking sterling silver labryses.
i would have liked them 25 years ago. nice, how they pay attention.
man, i just wrote a whole bunch more and then i lost it….i will try again…
my dad used to send me stuff he had bought at auction – half broken, in need of repair, beyond repair. there were some gems in all of it, but it got to be a joke – i used to say i felt like i got his empty whiskey bottles in the mail – the leftovers, the emptiness from his auction addiction.
almost everything my dad ever gave me cost me something. either to repair it, or just to root through the garbage.
funny , the ppath suggested 2 times that someone was playing me. once it was about my dad. why did she do that when it could blow her cover? she wasn’t protecting her supply ’cause she was getting ready to discard me. it is hard on me believing that she didn’t care a wit for me. if she cared even the tiniest bit then it would be easier on me. it wouldn’t change my not having contact with her, not one iota, but it would be easier on me.
bulletproof – thank you for the cyber hug and for the 6 ways and the little stuffy chat outline. not too touchy-feely for me at all. i actually just did it with me myself and i – stroking my face and arms.
it’s late now – maybe i’ll go do it again tonight and see if i can get to sleep. it’s not coming easy. damn fibro.
Hee-hee! I am sorry but I have to chuckle at these comments about unwanted gifts! 🙂 The only gifts I got from the S/P was his ratty old jumper! (to wear so that I could be close to him while he was off sniffing around other girls!Lol! It went on a bonfire early 2009!)
My family of origin are a little eccentric when it comes to gifts – both egg doner, grandmother and sister have always given me the oddest things – always something second hand that they have been given and dont want:D It’s not the ‘second hand’ that bothers me – (why would you give a girl who likes the outdoors and gardening , wears sensible shoes and big knickers at all times a sateen and lace underwear bag? oh -well. Chuckle!) it’s that they actually require confirmation of your joy at receiving such gifts not once but over and over and over! They bring up the christmas presents 6 months later (after the thank you cards which you would be shot for not sending!) and the only way to placate them is to do a performing dog act about how whatever it was was the best thing since sliced bread and roll over! “did you like it? How much? show me how much! Bleed gratitude for the already opened bath teabags you ungrateful wretch!!! You’re lucky to get anything at all! Dont you know that with these bath tea bags we expect to purchase your soul and gratitude for ever! Mwa-ha-ha-haa!”(no offense to oxy and her bath salts – I do love getting ‘smellies’x and I’m being a bit silly today;)
Mind you – one of the nicest presents I ever got was from a great aunt who lives alone by the sea and is completely skint:) She had got an old chocolate box gone down to the beach and filled all the empty spaces with seashells!:) She also added two pairs of used (but washed ) flesh coloured tights for good measure! I DO appreciate anything anyone gets for me and would never throw a tantrum for not having what I wanted. Sea shells in a chocolate box is just fine as long as there are no strings attached!
Dear Blueskies,
YOU SUMMED IT UP!!!!! ANYTHING “is fine as long as there are no strings attached”
The strings attached are the big deal with a psychopath’s “gifts”—the using it against you, and the UNDYING GRATITUDE you must put up with forever for the “gift” you didn’t want in the first place.
One_step, you made me laugh though about the gifts bought at auctions. I frequently go to auctions and there really ARE some neat things there that I do buy for gifts—my best friend is a yarn spinner, and I got her a “niddy noddy” to wind yarn on to make skeins and she was thrilled! I also get some things there from time to time that may come in a box of other things I Want for myself, things that are NEW and are the odd “small gift” and I keep them in a drawer until needed for some kind of small “token” gift for someone, and I always have somethign ready for the last minute baby shower or retirement party.
Gifts that someone takes time to make or put together like your aunt’s box of sea shells are also things that I would treasure forever!
So if a person is a CAREFUL shopper at an auction (at least the kind I go to) you can actually get some rather NICE New or antique things for little to nothing for great gifts for someone who would appreciate that kind of thing.
The main thing is NO STRINGS!!!!!
Blueskies, what a beautiful gift of seashells!!!!!!!! To me, those types of gifts are more meaningful than anything else I can imagine.
Last year, we didn’t have a penny to spare, and we traded gifts that were from our hearts. My partner wrote a series of haiku that actually made me cry with gratitude. I gave him a series of drawings based on our quirky family.
I don’t want money. I don’t want Things. I want only to continue healing. 😀
I love rocks…..cool looking (that’s subjective) rocks. Perfectly round rocks and heartshaped rocks.
This is what my kids get me for my birthday or mothers day….
Whenever we are by a river…..we alwasy bring home a rock….if they find a really really cool one….they keep it secret and hidden until they want to surprise me with it…..along with the story of where they found it and how they kept it from me.
I bought a hammer drill (don’t laugh) and I drill holes in cool, big, multifaceted rocks to make vases for sprigs of pine or daffodills or whatever…..
I’m a mountain girl and this is how my house is decorated….antiques and brown leather, treasures from our travels and ROCKS! 🙂
We get so excited when we find nice rocks!
We found a cool rock in the Italian National Cemetary in Milan……perfectly round marbel rock…..guess where that is.
When I was 11, my family went to England and we were walking along the seashore. I collected rocks and shells in my bathingsuit bottoms (my pockets) I found a cool rock and shoved it in my pants…..about 6 hours later and miles down the beach, with my pants sagging from the weight of my collections……I picked up another rock that looked very familiar…..so I dug into my nickers and realized it was the other half of the cool rock i had picked up earlier and miles down the beach.
To this day…..I still have both rocks….they fit together perfectly and polished from the sea. I call them my special rocks.
My kids know, when I die…..those rocks are probably my most special posession.
They will always remember mom, by her rocks!
🙂
Oxy, I can attest (smile) that you do as you write. I cherish all the items you sent me along the years. I see them and think of you.
Speaking of auctions, new friends of mine listened a year ago when I mentioned my EX took thousands of dollars worth of my possessions from my home when he left (supposedly on a business trip, yeah, funny business) … 2 of the items were marble rolling pins. He took both (what a miserable person he is). Long story short, my friends (husband and wife) asked me to dinner at their home last night. On the table was a wrapped gift. They asked me to open it, yes, it was a marble rolling pin. I was so choked up by their thoughtfulness. Not only did they go out of their way to find a marble rolling pin, they actually cared enough about me as a person, they really listened.
As God wrote in His letter to us, when our hearts are pained, He makes us stronger though this pain to love even more.
Peace.
Dear ErinB,
That is cool, my son D and I have a “rock garden” with wild flowers growing under an oak tree where nothing else will grow but wild flowers we moved from the woods growing under oaks (t6oo much acid) and when we go somewhere we find special rocks for the garden, BIG rocks mostly, and we even have some petrified wood from an old house built out of it that a friend tore down. I even had one flat stone shaped exactly like my state leaning up against a tree and some fark stole it! right out of my yard! Unless it grew legs and walked off! My front porch is made of huge stones put together, no shaped, it is sort of an odd- off skewed triangle but really cool, with stones for stepping stones for the walk! I like ROCKS too. Especially since I lost my marbles! LOL
Inside have a big pottery bowl I made filled with smaller stones and some prehistoric ivory chunks and amber chunks too. Never get tired of looking at and feeling of them! I’ll will them to you whenI croak! That’s my legacy to you, someone who will APPRECIATE my collection of rocks! Hey they are great for THROWING TOO, especially those round ones, look at what the lad David did, he slew the GIANT with one!!!!
Dear Wini, We posted over each other!!! Glad you enjoy the simple gifts. I don’t have a greast deal of money to buy gifts but I do have time to FIND gifts that fit people I think. When I was in texas I found son D (the Boy Scout) an old BS magazine in great condition almost like new from the year he was born for $2 and it was a GREAT HIT! His sister brought him a BS patch from the “home house” in England on her way home from Africa passing through London. Another $2 gift that was a GREAT HIT!
Gift giving/receiving has TWO components and one of them is appreciation of the THOUGHT behind the gift. Even an EXPENSIVE gift, even one you like, if it is not given in LOVE AND received in APPRECIATION is worthless.
I’m so glad to know that there are other people out there who love rocks.
We do the same thing – pick up rocks from different places that we go. Some are unusual, and others aren’t any different from one another. But, there’s something primal about rocks, to me. They are bits of the Earth’s foundation, and they have “seen” so many things over the millenia. Perhaps, that’s why I’m so drawn to working in clay – there’s something very primal about it.