She had always had things her way... She liked her space and freedom...
Until, one day, when she woke up to find a stranger in her room. She was quite shocked.
"Could this be an alien?" - she thought to herself. She was uncomfortable in her own room.
"Home" is supposed to be a comforting word, most often. However, for her, it wasn't. She was forced to share her room with a stranger.
The difference is, when one is given the choice of whom to live with, one makes an additional effort to compromise and share. But, when its imposed, no compromises - what-so-ever. The peaceful and comforting atmosphere is lost.
She was a sadist. She wanted to torture the stranger and force the person to leave her alone.
"Get the hell out of my room!!!!"
However, she would control these strong urges as she always believed - "what goes around, comes around!"
In her room, she is like a caged animal. Not able to express herself and not free...
She is so happy when the stranger isn't home..
So ironic - "Feel at home, but caged!"
Until, one day, when she woke up to find a stranger in her room. She was quite shocked.
"Could this be an alien?" - she thought to herself. She was uncomfortable in her own room.
"Home" is supposed to be a comforting word, most often. However, for her, it wasn't. She was forced to share her room with a stranger.
The difference is, when one is given the choice of whom to live with, one makes an additional effort to compromise and share. But, when its imposed, no compromises - what-so-ever. The peaceful and comforting atmosphere is lost.
She was a sadist. She wanted to torture the stranger and force the person to leave her alone.
"Get the hell out of my room!!!!"
However, she would control these strong urges as she always believed - "what goes around, comes around!"
In her room, she is like a caged animal. Not able to express herself and not free...
She is so happy when the stranger isn't home..
So ironic - "Feel at home, but caged!"
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