Since last Saturday I am in my new hometown.
It is very small with lovely old houses and at my placement all colleagues are very nice. So I think I'm going to survive the next 6 months ;)
My room landlady has a lot of postcards on the wall. But last night one of them fell from the wall on my bed.
It says only one word: culprit
Yeah - maybe it is prophetic. My new flat mate is a smart guy - but he gets on my nerves.
Every night he is talking to his girlfriend, slamming the doors, he is bubbling a lot of nonsense and acts like a teenager.
While lying in my bed and trying to sleep I really have to suppress the urgent impulse to get violent.
Maybe the card tells me I should be a little bit more inpolite - but then he looks at me like a puppy and I'm only telling him: it's ok.
I'm failing in being an asshole...