People keep stealing my thing. And I'm all like, "Hey man, that's my thing. I was doing that before you even knew what a thing was." From where does this arise? Well...
Example #1: The Signature Jacket
Since the sixth grade, I have had a brown corduroy jacket that I have come to call my "beatnik jacket" (especially when worn with a black turtleneck). I don this article of clothing whenever temperature permits, and it has become one of my trademarks. A piece of my public identity, if you will. So then this guy who went to middle school with me starts wearing a brown leather jacket of almost the exact same color, and wearing it every single day.
Conclusion: He stole my thing.
Example #2: Tsukiyomi Ikuto
Okay okay okay: I know what you're probably thinking, but just hear me out. I've been watching "Shugo Chara!" for almost four years now; I started on the manga, progressed to the anime, and have now read/watched them both in full. My favorite character (perhaps in any anime) is Tsukiyomi Ikuto, and for anyone who's seen "Shugo Chara!"...well, you know exactly why. So last night I finally hosted a sort of post-birthday shindig, in which I hooked up my laptop to my TV by way of HDMI cable and proceeded to watch anime with four of my friends. Two of them had never seen "Shugo Chara!" before, and after about four episodes, they immediately decided that they were now Ikuto fangirls. Which kind of irks me. Not because I'm a frighteningly territorial fangirl (well, maybe a little), but because...well, I've been watching longer and they hated him for three of those four episodes!
Conclusion: I have again been robbed of my thing.
Yes, I am crazy.
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