Having wants and needs before Christmas.
You know what I mean. In that critical shopping period before The Day, you may think to yourself, "Boy, I should go get myself (a bookshelf, new headphones*, a personal coffee maker, a coin bank, revised car insurance, eyeglass cleaner*, a pen holder, new boxer-briefs*, desktop ornaments, a new jacket, a subscription to Gamefly, a bigger hard drive, more camera cards, a gym membership renewal), except I can't because:
A) I have no idea if that sort of thing's going to pop up in one of these mysterious boxes and I'll look like an ass for having bought it myself, and
B) I'll be an ass for spending money on myself in the first place."
You know what I also hate? People who make a long, increasingly petty list of consumerist trash they're bitching about not having, while ignoring basic things like "a place to live." Fuck those guys.
* Things I already know are taken care of, so I'm forced to go without until tomorrow, or later in some cases.