397. Is sharing really caring?
I. My possessions. Since I was a kid I didn't like to share my things. My mother called it "selfishness", but growing up I have found a way to rationalise it: I hate it when people wreck the things that I strive to keep clean, tidy, and pretty (because I am also a neat freak, zomg?!), or the things that I deem important or irreplaceable. It does not extend to each and every one of my possessions, but it's safe to say that a big majority of those falls under this category.
II. My friends. I tend to be very protective and to some extent possessive about my friends. I like to whole-heartedly give myself to the other person when I decide that they are my friends (because there's a process to that, as with most things), and I like to ask the same. When I devote myself more than the other person does, I feel betrayed. And I also feel jealous of the person who has "stolen" my friends from me.
III. Food. Though I don't look it, I love food very much. From the simplest sandwich to the most exquisite culinary creation, the smell and taste of food is precious and I enjoy it tremendously. So back off. Katharine doesn't share food. (haha Friends reference ^^ )
II. My friends. I tend to be very protective and to some extent possessive about my friends. I like to whole-heartedly give myself to the other person when I decide that they are my friends (because there's a process to that, as with most things), and I like to ask the same. When I devote myself more than the other person does, I feel betrayed. And I also feel jealous of the person who has "stolen" my friends from me.
III. Food. Though I don't look it, I love food very much. From the simplest sandwich to the most exquisite culinary creation, the smell and taste of food is precious and I enjoy it tremendously. So back off. Katharine doesn't share food. (haha Friends reference ^^ )