Oh, I love that you quoted Some Kind of Wonderful! That is exactly what I am talking about. He buys them for her to win her own. It. Does. Not. Work.
I am waiting for the day that someone gets me something because they know I would enjoy it. That it would bring me joy. And, not joy assigned to them. Assigned to the pure act of giving.
I hate that I don’t trust myself to give without some psychological attachment to it. Things change over time though. I’m working on it.