I mentioned liking the wicked movie once to my grandma and now she’s always sending me wicked merchandise and she got me the dvd. It makes her happy and I don’t want to make her feel bad but I can only eat so many boxes of wicked cereal. It weighs on me.
I have something similar with my mom. When she sees a certain popular painting, she thinks of me. The only problem is that I don’t really care about that painting, but an ex from high school loved it. My mom somehow just started associating it with me instead, and so if she gives me something with that painting printed on it, I still enjoy it, because now it reminds me of my mom and how she wants to do something nice for me.