when i was really little i got a mug with disney princesses on it and it was my mug but one time i saw my mom drinking out of my. fucking. mug. and i felt so betrayed like that's my mug mom wtf and everytime i see my mom using that mug i just feel a sharp, brief pang of anger deep within me
good news tho
when i was in the eighth grade (im in ninth now) the eighth grade music classes went on a field trip to san francisco and at the docks there were all these awesome shops and among them was a store full of stuff specifically made for left handed people and i felt so special and happy because im left handed so i went it and bought some lefty scissors (omfg the struggle of using regular scissors especially the really shitty school ones it's painful in multiple ways) but here's the real kicker
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
this mug
this fucking mug
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
im the only left handed person in my house, so only i can use it
it's my mug. all mine. nobody else's. mine.
my mother shall never betray me again.
she still uses my princess mug tho 😡
anyway yeah that's the story of how i bought a mug out of spite and long held grudges
it has a special left handed handle and everything i love it
