Sharing is......caring?

On an update note, I am done one of two of the giant banners I was whining about in my last post save for last minute touch ups (and though the urge did strike me, I didn't resort to finger painting it, or degenerating into an infantile level tantrum). On that note, the one that I haven't finished....might still be incomplete due to some MEDDLING of someone not to be named.

Said meddler, and the subsequent fixing of my banner that I did NOT allocate time for, led me to an important realization (that fell about 30 feet from an epiphany since I had already figured this out at my job last summer, and then paced off how far away another realization of the same nature would be to the epiphany I had already had. Wait...what am I talking about? Oh yeah...)

I. Hate. Sharing. My. Work. When I'm given a job, I like to see it through. Alone. For reasons I am about to ramble about.

Now, I don't say this in the childlike way of "MY TOYS, I HIT." because I think most of us are past the stage where our first instinct is to clobber someone over the head (or sometimes in the face, depending on what exactly it is the person is reaching for) when they touch something of ours with the intention of asking to borrow it. Note I said most.

And yet, and try this on someone you maybe don't know SUPER well, but well enough to ask to borrow something, when you ask that person to borrow something? There's always that ".....*indrawn breath*....Oh, sure." "Are you sure?" "Oh....yeah, of course." Moment. In case you haven't ever been asked to loan something out, or are still in the phase of clobbering people to make them share with you, what's usually going on in a persons head (or at least mine) is "Oh. No. They're going to destroy it."

Because even though we recognize that we won't get clobbered for NOT sharing something (though we all feel strangely obligated to say yes to the borrowing question as long as whatever the item is isn't being used to keep you alive or isn't large wads of cash) since we realize none of us are infants anymore, we seem to think that as soon as the other person has our item in their possession.....they will in fact, turn into said infant and proceed to willfully (or negligently, it all depends) destroy the item they just borrowed, returning it to you either in pieces or worse yet, in apparent pristine condition externally that falls apart as soon as you touch it.

It seems to be human nature to feel like no one can take care of our stuff as well as we can.

Well, I feel the same about work I'm given. I usually don't expect people to push themselves to the same expectations I push myself to, at least not in daily life things, but if they horn in on my task and try to act like they know what they're doing, and then end up just creating more work for me to undo what they did? CEE GET MAD. CEE, CLOBBER.

So it's a really good thing I'm not 3 anymore. Because seriously. It would have been clobbering time. To the MAX.

Clobber clobber.