#my slippers and my sandals are made of very different material and one is significantly squishier than the other
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Was anyone else just like...really weird about things that weren't yours ending up with your things?
Like...ok for example, in elementary school we would earn gold slips as a reward and we could use them to buy certain privileges for a week or a day or whatever
And I dont remember what grade but we had a "class pet" that was a stuffed rabbit and we could pay to bring it home with us for a week. And as a kid who really fucking loved stuffed animals (my bed was completely covered in them) I decided I would save up for that
Well I got it home and immediately hid it under my bed cuz It Did Not Belong. I wanted nothing to do with it. It lived under my bed the entire week so I would not have to look at it. The idea of having it touch any of my other stuffed animals gave me anxiety. And I was so fuckin relieved when it was time to take it back.
This never happened with new stuffed animals that I got at the store or as a gift. In fact new stuffed animals always got an honorary spot next to my pillow at night for at least a week after I got them. But if it was not MINE then it did not get to mix with my things.
I always gave people their pencils or pens back when I borrowed them cuz the idea of putting it in my pencil case made me nauseous. Even if they told me I could just keep it. Which made it really hard to understand how people could steal my pencils.
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