I have issues.
And no this isn’t about my addiction to reading as I have written on in the past. It’s about something more serious. Spots.
And not the decorative spots on fabric or freckles on skin. I have spot issues as that is my spot and I want you out of it.
Part of this I think comes from being the youngest child, as one feels the need to claim what they can as theirs.
The other part of it is that I think I am just a creature of habit and like going the same paths, to the same spots. It makes me feel comfortable.
The earliest I can remember is when I did martial arts. We were assigned certain spots, and when someone tried to get in mine, I would kick them out. That’s my spot.
This happened in college as well. I had certain chairs I would sit in for each class. I had my special nooks in the library, and if someone sat in my spot I would spend quite some time glaring at them for even considering being in my spot!
One time I was so offended that I had to work out my anger on the internet.
And let me tell you, those glares worked and that girl left. Leaving me all to my spot.
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