This is especially funny to me because one Christmas, my sister and I (we were always treated as twins although we were 18 month apart) both received painted cookie tins filled with sewing supplies. Now I think it’s a great gift. At the time, not so much.
That I can endure a lot more than I thought I could. I don’t have to like it but I can do it. My tolerance level decreases more and more every single year. I become more vocal about things as I get older.