Hamster wrote:
Eric_C wrote:
Yeah or something happening to it without you even knowing. It's a haunting feeling.
Which reminds me, I HATE it when a friend or extended family member borrows one of my books and doesn't return it, or returns it with mustard smeared all over the pages.
My books are my friends, and should be treated with respect!
One friend lost my Da Vinci Code...another one still has one of my books from 6 months ago and I keep asking her for it in the most 'un psycho' way....but I am going to burst a boiler soon if I don't get it...
From now on, I am not lending anything...I hate book stealers...dirty rotten theivers.
And yes, keep your hands off all my stuff until I have ascertained that you have respect for it. I even hate it sometimes when people sit on my sofa the wrong way...I get over it, and I hate that it bugs me...but it's just an extension of me....that is really how I see my possessions...not seperate from me.
I can still cry about things my family sold over 20 years ago.