I don’t like 2 share.
My husband, Jim calls me selfish (quite often). He has clearly mislabeled me.
It’s not my fault, I was born this way. I was expected 2 share before I was even born. That’s right, I had 2 share those long nine months with my twin sister.
So you see it started early, my rebelling (with cause) against this whole sharing concept.
I shared entirely 2 much in the early days; it all started in the womb and continued with double occupancy in the lead painted crib.
As we outgrew the crib WE graduated 2 sharing a twin bed (pun intended).
I never had my own birthday cake. I never even had my own BIRTH DAY!
Sharing is very over-rated.
The early years passed but share remained a bad word. It only got worse.
My parents seemed 2 grow tired of all the fighting and tug-0-wars.
That’s when things started 2 get better …’cause eventually there were 2 of everything in that childhood home.
Not just at Christmas. Everyday. Everywhere.
Sounds good, right?
Here’s the catch… everything, everyday, everywhere was…yep! Identical!
- There were 2 bikes complete with banana seats, a basket and bell
- 2 Raggedy Anne and Andy (rusty) metal lunch boxes
- 2 Lemon Twists
Where was my identity? How was I expected 2 put my own twist on uniqueness?
Flash 2 the future: I’m not selfish. I’m simply independent, striving 2 claim my individuality.
I bake my OWN birthday cake.
I value my time alone.
Sometimes I’d prefer 2-
- …read a book instead of make small talk
- … go for a run with my Ipod rather than walk hand-in-hand
- …choose solitaire over a team sport (nevermind that I’m not athletic)
Wait, don’t get me wrong, besides my food, my time and my personal belongings there are some things that I am willing 2 share…like my opinion.
Granted, this can make me a bit difficult 2 live with, (I can only admit that ’cause Jim says he never reads my blog).
Being the selfish person that I am…who says I’d share my thoughts with him anyway?