Help! I'm a bitch!

Val says I'm too territorial.

I wanted to defend but didn't.

Cos I agree I am territorial.

Had I not feel an ounce of "guilt" being territorial, there will not be this entry.

So how?! (or so what?) okay, let me be open and raw.

I am territorial and It irks me even more when there's prolonged invasion of my territory.

The cells in my body wanna scream: "this is my territoy" (like that ah beng sitcom)

No matter how messy my work station may seem, it is neat, tidy and well organized. I can always find my stuff and they are always at a purposeful location for ease of process. Just like a production line. It only seems messy due to the constrained space we have. But I can assure you I am too methodological to tolerate mess for over period of time for the fact that I cannot live with mess. (oh no! I have no inner peace?) For the past 3 weeks, the colleague in front of me tidied her work space over and again but kept leaving her file in my space. Frequently, I put that file upright so that it lies in-line with her row of white files but soon enough, the file would be lying in THIS POSITION YOU SEE IN THE PHOTO.

Just on Friday, she TIDIED THE AREA, WIPED THE RAIN WATER NEAR THE WINDOWS, PLACED THE CLOTH ON THE WHITE FILE, AND LEFT THAT FUCKING BLUE FILE IN MY SPACE. OH GOD HELP ME I AM TERRITORIAL! ISN'T ONLY DOGS ARE TERRITORIAL? DOES THAT MAKE ME A BITCH?

ok, calm down, calm down. oh come-on.

COUNTRIES GO TO WAR OVER TERRITORY.

CLANS KILL OVER TERRITORY.

NEIGHBOURS GO TO COURT OVER FRUITS & LEAVES THAT CROSSED THE FENCE.

so, am i really that guilty of being territorial?

I am just trying to better understand myself.

you know, i haven't yet decided what to do with that blue file.

for this weekend, i've place it on top of the printer next to my table.

Here is what i'm toying to do:-

option #1- THROW IT IN THE BIN. AND DENY EVER THROWING IT.

option #2- THROW IT IN THE BIN AND ADMIT TO THROWING IT.

dreaded option #3- return to colleague and tell her to keep it somewhere else.

option #4- place it everywhere. change a location every day. (if i do this long enough, i could soon exercise option #1)

option #5- find a decent cupboard and put it in there.

I think the problem is that I've been invaded but I could not be open and confront the invader. Not because I fear her but because I do not want to acknowledge that she's doing it. It's an unhealthy mind-game!

It is so petty to even get angry over such minor intricacies and yet I'm angry.

I want to send the message that I'm not to be messed with but it is the wrong thing to do.

But at the same time, I am not saint enough to do the right thing. (yet?)

I face Duality. Right and wrong.