so my sister borrowed my phone charger and i’ve been thinking about it for like 16 hours straight. which is insane because it’s literally a five dollar cable.
there’s something about chargers that feels weirdly personal. like yeah it’s just a cord but it’s MY cord that lives by MY bed and has been perfectly coiled the way i like it. now it’s all stretched out and sitting on her nightstand like some kind of refugee. when someone uses your charger without asking it’s like they’re saying “your organizational system means nothing to me” and honestly that hits different.
i keep telling myself it’s not a big deal but then i see her using it and i get this weird protective feeling. which makes no sense because chargers aren’t intimate objects but apparently my brain disagrees.
the worst part about being petty
the really annoying thing is that if she had just asked i would’ve said yes probably. it’s not about the charger itself it’s about the assumption that my stuff is community property. but now i can’t say anything because what am i gonna do, have a serious conversation about charger etiquette.
so instead i’m just sitting here mentally cataloging all my belongings and wondering what else she considers fair game. my coffee pods. my good scissors. the ice cream i specifically bought for myself and hid behind the frozen vegetables.
this is probably how wars start. someone borrows someone else’s charger and suddenly we’re drawing territorial lines around kitchen cabinets. anyway i ordered a backup charger on amazon so this never happens again. problem solved through capitalism and emotional avoidance.