donk said:
here is a silly one, and I know where it went
my sister took a belt that i had been given as a kid, it had a sterling silver belt buckle with a horses head on it. she gave it to her boy friend and then they broke up. I never got it back.
I 've lent my share of books to have them never returned, now I don't lend books unless I get one in return.
I have more single arm and knee warmers and gloves then a person should, i always seem to lose just one. this is why I try to always buy the same brand or colour.
Then there is my sanity, but some would argue tha i never really had it.
I wanted to cut something, but couldn't figure anything to cut from what you said since I figure I probably have something to say about each:
Sibling's girlfriends: I have many bad memories of girlfriend's of my brother ending up with something of mine that I never got back once they broke up. Of course, my brother gets girls by playing 'mr. big spender', so I figure his girlfriends mostly really are Working Girls who don't fully admit to themselves: I doubt he could ever get a date if he didn't flash the cash, you know? I never wanted to lend these things, because I knew my brother's track record, but my neurotic parents were often on his side. Sigh.
I was a far more practical person than my brother and I had practical things. His girlfriends were very poor and I didn't immediately "need" a lot of my practical things (call it a 'dowry' of sorts -- I had boxes full of dishes and things, stocking up for when I could some day move out), so my folks would say "Oh, you'll get is back!" I don't think I ever got back a single thing that was ever 'lent' (against my will) to one of my brother's many girlfriends (they mostly don't stick around).
Lending books: I now basically have a policy of giving books away rather than lending. It is a feel-good experience if it is a gift to a friend and stab in the back if I lend it and they never give it back. So I don't think I have lent a book out in many years, but I have given away many books of mine over the years.
Single socks: I have a habit of buying multiples of the identical style and color of sock. I have trouble finding some I like. So, when I do, I might as well get a bunch of them. Then, if they are all identical, it is a war of attrition: as I lose one at a time, I still have pairs of socks, just fewer of them. Eventually, I do get down to that lone sock but it takes longer.
Sanity: I don't think I lost my sanity. Like you, I think I never had any. I am actually far more sane these days. And then there are my ugly jokes from 2001 that I said a few times to doctors: "If I were half as unstable as some of the doctors here seem to think I am, I would have picked up the nearest medical instrument and stabbed one of them 17 times, months ago. This has been a very tough year."
It still galls me that the doctors never seemed to factor in the enormous stress I was under while walking all over me with their terrible bedside manner and then accusing me of being inadequately 'respectful'. That is sort of like 'the pot calling the kettle black' and I had much more compelling reasons for being rude than they did, as I was feverish, doped up, etc. They were merely egomaniacs. Shall we go on to my jokes about how I think 'Ego 115' and 'Condescencion 213' are required courses at all medical schools and some medical schools also offer minors, concentrations, or certificates in them?