I’m only realizing now how several strange quirks I have when it comes to our residing situation.
I always thought I was pretty normal, & then the people I was with and I moved in with other people.
That’s when I realized I have strange boundary complications & phobias when it comes to other people in our space. It’s got me thinking pretty deeply about where these strange compulsions came from, & I am convinced that a lot of them are due to our sister growing up; She was quite a little butthole. If she wasn’t getting arrested for dealing drugs at school, she was stealing all of our shit & rifling through our personal belongings. This has made me extremely protective of our privacy & our personal space, on top of that, I’m always legitimately suspicious of any window A/C unit, & the little cooling devices make me pretty nervous, in general. Why? Because our sister was a master of resourcefulness, & our A/C unit was not off-limits. When she needed a current venue to stash her shit, where did she choose? The window A/C unit in our residing room. She finished making the vent cap off the front of the cooling component & slid her drugs in between the important fan motor & condenser components. Then, she slid the vent back on like nothing was wrong. Well, that A/C unit became a point of contention in our family every time our Dad managed to find her stash inside. It was constantly being argued over, because the people I was with and I couldn’t secure the air vent to keep her prying fingers & drugs out of it. The worst section was, all her crap clogged the A/C from toiling properly so it got legitimately sizzling inside the house. Whenever the cops showed up looking for our sister & her stash, I was sure to ask them if they knew how to repair our