I pick the worst room mates.
I pick the worst room mates, why?
--because RIT picked a room mate RANDOMLY for me better than I have on my own knowing the person I'm going to room in with. The only successful room mate situation other than my random setup while in college that I've had, was with Morgan.
This one is the latest in the ridiculous-ness of my horrible room mate karma. I can't really say they've all been horrible... just one really. One of three justifies a statement of Horrible room mate karma, just due to the magnitude and now we're working on 2/4.
There are amazing parallels between this room mate and the previous room mate that gave me troubles. While they're from extremely different cultures... one being a yuppy and the other a redneck, the similarities are uncanny. Both are control freaks, Both don't care about those around them, both are self centered, both think that the problems they have in their life are due to external causes, and most notably remarkably, their personalities could flip flop and work pretty well in a body of the opposite sex. Drew was just dramatic like a 12 year old girl... every problem was exponential because it was HIS problem. If you had the same exact issue with the same exact people, his would be infinately worse because it was his, your problems were downplayed. Jenny is no different.
Jenny though... I've never met such a slovenly woman, just she's just... uncouth, unrefined and sometimes worst of all... uncultured. Not that I'm exactly a shinning graduate of british charm school, but I expect in general from a person that they at least know where they are and that they're aware of those around them. I've recently speculated that in another lifetime that she'd fit well maybe a vikings wife ...I don't mean the football team... she could be a lumberjacks wife... at least that'd fit for this lifetime...
I say because it's one thing to belch with the guys at the table while playing cards, or to hawk up a loogie when you're outside playing baseball or doing some hard work... but to exude no sense of feminine way in the slightest while in mixed company in other situations? work? restraunts? malls? THE DINNER TABLE? c'mon... really... where's your penis? it has to be there. Even at that, that's a horrible generalization towards men, we're not ALL disgusting ALL the time. If you care to argue otherwise... we're not disgusting long enough for women to want to procreate with us... so worst case scenario we're not disgusting for at least 2-3 minutes --or-- the length of time that you're drunk. I'm a guy, it's in my nature to be disgusting and when I see fit I can use that as an excuse for my disgusting behavior. What's hers????
I'm particularly resentful today because she guilted(sp.?) me into staying in albany this weekend, stating that I should "Save my money". Mind you... for the past 10 months, I have been saving $400+ a month for a new car... it's just short of $4k right now for my down payment... but I should "save" my money. This is coming from a person that has over $70,000 in debt in school loans, whom I feel probably struggles to pay rent some months... and I'm the one that should be saving money...
It's not that I dislike Albany... well I do... but I think it's because I haven't given the place much of a chance. I go home most weekends because my room mate makes me miserable. Not that I don't care for my place here, but I feel awkward here... when I go home, I dread coming back, i've come to the realization that it isn't my job I hate. It's my room mate.
She's weird, annoying and really just a huge example of social deprivation when she's standing in my doorway saying nothing, expecting me to notice her (usually I'm intentionally ignoring her), then when I don't she says "don! look!", I do, only to see her holding her cat in various positions. It just screams elementary schooler to me. You just want to say sarcastically "that's great jenny!" and send her on her way.
Usually... that's what happens, however recently I think she's picking up on my lack of enthusiasm when I use those 3 words, I guess I should work on my fantasy land talk. Now when I turn to see her holding her cat, and I just turn back to whatever I was doing and just like that elementary school child she says "you're not looking!"... that that point it's obvious to me that I'm not going to get out of paying attention to her, I guess her animals are her puppets of getting me to indirectly pay attention to her... she'll come to my room to say "bill wants to say Hi" and I'll be like "you're weird." I think it's starting to hit home with her.
...I don't find it particularly funny that while I typed this, she came to show how her cat holds on for dear life while she twirls it around (at least that's how I envision it), and that she came to my doorway to say that her rat wanted to say "hi" both took place... Murphy truly has a sadistic sense of humor...
I think what bothers me most about this quasi-beastiality-like behavior is that it's a social way of life for her an outlet. I'll be at work listening to her talk to my co-workers (oh yes, did i forget to mention that? not only do I live with her, but I work with her 40 hours a week too. fun fun!) about her animals, not just talking about her animals, but personifying them. Example: "The other day I was talking to Bill (her rat) about blah blah blah... AND HE SAID... blah blah blah"
.....?????????......
The expressions on the faces of those people around her while she's saying such things lead me to believe that people had that same thought... meanwhile I find myself rolling my eyes. I appreciate that they indulge her in her fantasty-esque social lifestyle... it means I don't have to at a later point. It's a courtesy that has long since passed for me, now it's just irritating to think that someone is so twisted in the head that they actually believe that another human being wants to hear the fireside stories between her and her rat/cat. It makes me want to stand up and scream "GET A LIFE! NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR DUMBASS CAT OR YOUR STUPID RAT" the stupid rat is probably happy that he now resides high on a shelf away from the cat... because once he figures out how to get out of his cage, if the head first jump off the shelf doesn't kill him, the cat should finish him off relatively painlessly.
See how it's rubbing of on me???? now I'm the one personifying animals. I love animals as much as the next guy.. I really want a dog! but I don't incorporate my animals as a social outlet with other people. I do talk to my animals when I'm home... Buddy and I have A-B conversations... no one knows about them, unless it's animal cute talk which everyone does... but that's where it stops. You've done it too... you know.
I don't think I can emphasize my disgust any further at this point, I've just shed some light on my living situation. We have yet to delve into Slovenly! But that is another time...
--because RIT picked a room mate RANDOMLY for me better than I have on my own knowing the person I'm going to room in with. The only successful room mate situation other than my random setup while in college that I've had, was with Morgan.
This one is the latest in the ridiculous-ness of my horrible room mate karma. I can't really say they've all been horrible... just one really. One of three justifies a statement of Horrible room mate karma, just due to the magnitude and now we're working on 2/4.
There are amazing parallels between this room mate and the previous room mate that gave me troubles. While they're from extremely different cultures... one being a yuppy and the other a redneck, the similarities are uncanny. Both are control freaks, Both don't care about those around them, both are self centered, both think that the problems they have in their life are due to external causes, and most notably remarkably, their personalities could flip flop and work pretty well in a body of the opposite sex. Drew was just dramatic like a 12 year old girl... every problem was exponential because it was HIS problem. If you had the same exact issue with the same exact people, his would be infinately worse because it was his, your problems were downplayed. Jenny is no different.
Jenny though... I've never met such a slovenly woman, just she's just... uncouth, unrefined and sometimes worst of all... uncultured. Not that I'm exactly a shinning graduate of british charm school, but I expect in general from a person that they at least know where they are and that they're aware of those around them. I've recently speculated that in another lifetime that she'd fit well maybe a vikings wife ...I don't mean the football team... she could be a lumberjacks wife... at least that'd fit for this lifetime...
I say because it's one thing to belch with the guys at the table while playing cards, or to hawk up a loogie when you're outside playing baseball or doing some hard work... but to exude no sense of feminine way in the slightest while in mixed company in other situations? work? restraunts? malls? THE DINNER TABLE? c'mon... really... where's your penis? it has to be there. Even at that, that's a horrible generalization towards men, we're not ALL disgusting ALL the time. If you care to argue otherwise... we're not disgusting long enough for women to want to procreate with us... so worst case scenario we're not disgusting for at least 2-3 minutes --or-- the length of time that you're drunk. I'm a guy, it's in my nature to be disgusting and when I see fit I can use that as an excuse for my disgusting behavior. What's hers????
I'm particularly resentful today because she guilted(sp.?) me into staying in albany this weekend, stating that I should "Save my money". Mind you... for the past 10 months, I have been saving $400+ a month for a new car... it's just short of $4k right now for my down payment... but I should "save" my money. This is coming from a person that has over $70,000 in debt in school loans, whom I feel probably struggles to pay rent some months... and I'm the one that should be saving money...
It's not that I dislike Albany... well I do... but I think it's because I haven't given the place much of a chance. I go home most weekends because my room mate makes me miserable. Not that I don't care for my place here, but I feel awkward here... when I go home, I dread coming back, i've come to the realization that it isn't my job I hate. It's my room mate.
She's weird, annoying and really just a huge example of social deprivation when she's standing in my doorway saying nothing, expecting me to notice her (usually I'm intentionally ignoring her), then when I don't she says "don! look!", I do, only to see her holding her cat in various positions. It just screams elementary schooler to me. You just want to say sarcastically "that's great jenny!" and send her on her way.
Usually... that's what happens, however recently I think she's picking up on my lack of enthusiasm when I use those 3 words, I guess I should work on my fantasy land talk. Now when I turn to see her holding her cat, and I just turn back to whatever I was doing and just like that elementary school child she says "you're not looking!"... that that point it's obvious to me that I'm not going to get out of paying attention to her, I guess her animals are her puppets of getting me to indirectly pay attention to her... she'll come to my room to say "bill wants to say Hi" and I'll be like "you're weird." I think it's starting to hit home with her.
...I don't find it particularly funny that while I typed this, she came to show how her cat holds on for dear life while she twirls it around (at least that's how I envision it), and that she came to my doorway to say that her rat wanted to say "hi" both took place... Murphy truly has a sadistic sense of humor...
I think what bothers me most about this quasi-beastiality-like behavior is that it's a social way of life for her an outlet. I'll be at work listening to her talk to my co-workers (oh yes, did i forget to mention that? not only do I live with her, but I work with her 40 hours a week too. fun fun!) about her animals, not just talking about her animals, but personifying them. Example: "The other day I was talking to Bill (her rat) about blah blah blah... AND HE SAID... blah blah blah"
.....?????????......
The expressions on the faces of those people around her while she's saying such things lead me to believe that people had that same thought... meanwhile I find myself rolling my eyes. I appreciate that they indulge her in her fantasty-esque social lifestyle... it means I don't have to at a later point. It's a courtesy that has long since passed for me, now it's just irritating to think that someone is so twisted in the head that they actually believe that another human being wants to hear the fireside stories between her and her rat/cat. It makes me want to stand up and scream "GET A LIFE! NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR DUMBASS CAT OR YOUR STUPID RAT" the stupid rat is probably happy that he now resides high on a shelf away from the cat... because once he figures out how to get out of his cage, if the head first jump off the shelf doesn't kill him, the cat should finish him off relatively painlessly.
See how it's rubbing of on me???? now I'm the one personifying animals. I love animals as much as the next guy.. I really want a dog! but I don't incorporate my animals as a social outlet with other people. I do talk to my animals when I'm home... Buddy and I have A-B conversations... no one knows about them, unless it's animal cute talk which everyone does... but that's where it stops. You've done it too... you know.
I don't think I can emphasize my disgust any further at this point, I've just shed some light on my living situation. We have yet to delve into Slovenly! But that is another time...