I have an odd behaviour. Its not really odd like that, but its kind of not normal too. I hate people touching my stuff or going through my things in my absence. It always leaves me feeling violated or ravaged. Like my personal space has been evaded. I actually thought I would outgrow it with time, but now I think its getting worse. I remember once when someone went to my office and took money from my purse. I never used that wallet again. I gave out the bag even though it was new. I also hate people touching me, especially people I am not familiar with. I think I have mentioned that here before. It just gives me the creeps. I shudder just to think about it. I decide to put it up here because I noticed my sister also has an odd habit. Hers is really weird abeg. Even worse than mine. Once her car has a scratch or dent, she disassociates herself from it completely. She sold off her old car and got herself a Lexus which she liked. Then one day in the car park wher...
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