My oh my, what a beautiful day.  Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!  She is not my Sharona, she is her own Sharona, just like my girl doesn’t actually belong to me.  I guess your kids are yours, till they grow up and become responsible for themselves and then they are their own individual selves.  All humans seem to like having possessions and that is where the word “my” comes from.  This sense of attachment either stems from a fear of loss, or basic insecurities.  The rich get richer and they want to have more and more.  Donald Trump wanted to hold on to the office of the president, even though he lost the election and there are still a lot of people around who say that, “He is my president”, refusing to let go and swallowing the Big Lie.

The urge to accumulate your own stuff is not just a people thing, as this can be seen in the difficulty of trying to take a bone away from a dog, once it has one.  Most animals are fine with not having any possessions, but as Madonna said this is a material world and people just can’t seem to find happiness unless they acquire things.  I remember when I purchased my first house and my wife said that the garage was hers and I let her have it to make her happy.  I had the driveway to park in and I could come and go as I pleased, but with her having her car in the garage, she had to wait for me to move my car out of her way.  People will always want things to belong to them and I am fine with things that are yours being yours.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to start your post with the word “my” and you can pick up bonus points if you are able to end it with the word “yours”.

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  1. My siblings will all be with me tonight. It’s my brother’s 65th Birthday and if he’s had too much to drink, he’ll probably say to one of us; “do you mind if I come back to yours”

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