I read something interesting possibly last nite/early this morning while taking a break from my tossing & turning: "Live in such a way that you wouldn't be afraid to sell your parrot to the village gossip". Me?! Why would I want to do that? Then I really thought about it...
I'm a very private person. When my friend suggested getting my post on Africa out into the interwebs I froze.
"AAAAAH!" *bloodcurdling scream*
I don't want people to read my work & judge me. Or do I? Remember the post about how I'd like to write under a pseudonym? LOL! I have problems. Then I read something else about leaving ur cell phone with ur S/O for a whole day. Now usually that wouldn't be a problem but... am I going anal with age? As the years go by I become more entrenched in my ways and more possessive of what I consider to be mine. And no this isn't an excuse. I'm pretty sure I have nothing to hide. If u find something then... why were u looking in the first place (please note I'm not some kind of saint that adheres to this same rule)...
I'm really trying to get over the younger sibling 'borrowing' syndrome (we're about the same size top wise and shoe wise). I go insane trying to find something because I know exactly where I left it but it's GONE. Just like THAT! *snaps fingers* Then later I see her hiding it so that she can launder it and casually leave it where it was. That must be some kind of psychological mind f*ck... We're now trying to deal with the whole 'asking' process. When she asks I'm so tempted to say no but I'm growing out of it...
God provides. lol.
It's MINE THO!!! Am I the only person with possession issues?
*strolls away whistling*
#NP Feel it in my bones - Dj Tiesto
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