Relationship Difficulties
I think I just caused a break-up. Ernest (I should have guessed by the name what sort of character he had) was a man who I thought was creepy. It's not just me, the other people who I live with think he's creepy too, controlling and creepy. Desperate. A man of questionable character. I thought he was a snake set to get whatever he could out of Amy (my room-mate) He always calls early in the morning, early in the afternoon, early in the evening, late at night when Amy is sleeping. (I think now that perhaps he was just trying to wake her up.) But I told Amy what I thought of him. She went outside, they argued, I watched conspicuously. He took it very well, too well to be the kind of sick, depraved, miscreant that I made him out to be. Then I saw the pictures of him throwing footballs with underprivelidged youth at a summer camp in Bemidji. Today I learned to mind my own business.