I'm bad at sharing.
Ok there, I said it. To my friends and family, it's really obvious. I just don't like to admit it about myself. It's not due to bad parenting or having a brother and sister who loved to tease me and hide my things and watch me get upset (got to love older siblings)...I don't ever remember being a bad sharer growing up. I just always liked to keep my things neat and clean, and that was that.
I can pinpoint the exact moment when my issue with sharing started. It was fall of freshman year in high school and I was just getting used to everything...new people, new classes, new ways of doing things. I was sitting at my lunch table with my friends, eating my turkey and mashed potato meal (oh so good cafeteria food), when this snooty girl I barely knew walked up to me. She smiled at me and asked, "Oh, can I try your potatoes?" WHILE she dug her finger into them and scooped some up. I stared at her in shock as she licked the potatoes off her fingers and went back for more.
I slapped her hand away. Not only did she stick her hand in my food, but she also licked her fingers, which is one of my biggest pet peeves. She looked surprised and then said, "God, you are such a bad sharer." I tried to tell her that she stuck her dirty little finger in MY food, but she just flipped her hair and walked away.
The next day I had a note on my locker that said "World's Worst Sharer". Seriously. And the sharing "jokes" continued until we graduated.
And since then, I've been bad at sharing food, books, movies, clothes, etc. It's really hard for me. I get all nervous and grumpy about it, I don't know why. I don't think I'm the worst at it, but I could get a lot better.
I'm really trying to work on it. And in the mean time, I feel like I can relate to this wonderful moment from Friends: