Remember when I wrote about my orange mug?
And how possessive I was about it?
I suppose you all thought that was just an isolated incident?
But I’m here to tell you that it’s more than just the mug. It’s all things.
I just flat-out don’t like people to use my things, especially without asking permission first.
When I was in college and sharing an apartment with 5 other girls, this was a huge issue. I had a mug that had my name on it. Jennifer. One of my roommates insisted on using that mug even though her name was Rebecca. We must have had 20 other mugs but she preferred MY mug. This used to burn me up every time I saw her sipping her Nescafe coffee out of MY mug.
Or my boss, who thinks it is his sovereign right to rifle my desk drawers looking for wite-out or post-its. MY wite-out and MY post-its.
Or my sister-in-law (not Jenny, the other one) who comes to my house, makes herself at home by using MY computer without so much as a by-your-leave.
I fully realize that this is a failing.
But I have no interest in changing and if I am willing to live with it, then so should you.
So, internets, what have we learned today?