When you're living in a house with 9 other people, you may, as Dumbledore says it best, find that you have too many thoughts in your head. How great it would be if the pensive really exists in real life.
I don't mean to be nasty, but I just like the privilege of using my things when I want to use them. Instead, I would find this thing over there, that thing just got depleted by half, and I don't even want to get started over those things. If this goes on, I think I will turn into a germaphobe or have OCD or both.
I would appreciate it if those things don't happen, guys.
I don't mind sharing my stuff. Just tell me when you use them, because I can feel weirdly possessive over my stuff. Yes, honey, even the pots and pans.
Then again another side of me is saying:
"Why should I treat them the way they don't treat me?"
"Why should I allow them to use those things freely when there's nothing at all in it for me?"
"Why should I share when they don't?"
"Why the heck do I give a damn?"
"This is bad business."
Oh I could go on, all right.
But I could just see you rising your eyebrows, you over there yawning, and you, yes you, wondering what the hell do I expect out of this post.
Ah well. I'm just releasing my over-thought thoughts. As usual.
Oh God, I'm boring.
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