[ SECRET POST #3498 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3498 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, did I make this secret in my sleep? This has always really bugged me.

I remember one episode of House were he's trying to get back some books that got sold while he was in the mental hospital, and some therapist is trying to psychoanalyze why he's so worried about getting them back and House is like "It's my stuff. I like it, that's why it's my stuff."

And I'm like, yeah, duh. Don't most people like their stuff? But in fiction there always seems to be only two extremes and nothing in between - possessions are treated as either completely meaningless, or there's ONE single Super Special Important Thing that the owner would crawl over broken glass for because it has some Super Special Important meaning. No one ever seems to just have a favourite shirt or a vase they really like unless it's because their grandmother gave it to them on her deathbed or something.