Books borrowed are never returned, or if ever returned are mutilated beyond recognition. I used to be terribly naive. The same goes for money borrowed, household item, or some other thing. If someone wanted to borrow, I wouldn’t mind. I would be flattered and pleased that I of all people around was chosen by the borrower. I didn’t realize I was thick headed.
After months of waiting for the borrowed item to be returned, I would wake up to the fact I wasn’t going to see it again. Result — I learnt not to lend.
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