I’m only realizing now how various odd quirks I have when it comes to our living situation.
I regularly thought I was pretty normal, plus then I moved in with other people… That’s when I realized I have odd boundary problems plus phobias when it comes to other people in our space.
It’s got me thinking pretty deeply about where these odd compulsions came from, plus I’m convinced that a lot of them are due to our sibling growing up; He was quite a little butthole. If he wasn’t getting arrested for dealing drugs at school, he was stealing all of our shit plus rifling through our personal belongings. This has made me extremely protective of our privacy plus our personal space, and on top of that, I’m regularly unquestionably suspicious of any window A/C unit, plus the little cooling devices make me pretty nervous, in general. Why? Because our sibling was a master of resourcefulness, plus our A/C component was not off-limits. When he needed a new venue to stash his shit, where did he choose? The window A/C component in our dining room. He finished making the vent cap off the front of the cooling component plus slid his drugs in between the important fan motor plus condenser components. Then, he slid the vent back on prefer nothing was wrong. Well, that A/C component became a point of contention in our family every time our mom managed to find his stash inside. It was always being argued over, because we couldn’t secure the air vent to keep his prying fingers plus drugs out of it. The worst part was, all his crap jammed the A/C from laboring correctly so it got certainly tepid inside the house. Whenever the cops showed up looking for our sibling plus his stash, I was sure to ask them if they knew how to fix our cooling system.