Space wars
As kids we were all taught to share. Despite all our misgivings, the grownups said we had to share, because it was nice, they were our friends/family etc. Little wonder that as we age we cling to what’s ours. We stake our claim in whatever way we can over our surroundings. We seek out spaces that are ours.
As teens we start to assert our ownership over our rooms (if we’re lucky enough to have one to ourselves) claiming privacy by shutting the doors and decorating the walls to our liking to ensure all who do enter have no doubt as to who lives there. As we get older this territorial nature extends to things like our computers, our bathrooms, our cars.
So attached do we become to this idea of “what’s mine is mine” that we can become enraged at what we see as the smallest infringement. Circumstances that force us to accomodate others in our space rapidly become burdensome as the longing for one’s own returns. Even though we know that sharing is part of human interaction, it still gnaws at us to have to give up even a small piece of our space.
All I have to say is “2 more weeks and I get my bathroom back (for a while)” 
Right now I am feeling kindagrumpy...
