Compulsive Behaviors
I'm compulsive, this is a known and tested fact about me. Just the other day my mother called me "Ms. Compulsive" because of my need to tie the cord neatly onto the back of the vacuum cleaner when done.
I'm so compulsive that everything in my crowded room has its place. I am very serious about this. I notice if my books have been moved, my mouse has been touched, or my keys shifted. The other day I (correctly) assumed my sister had used my Nintendo64 because the controller had been plugged in while, just a few hours before, I had noticed that it was unplugged. If something is off by just one inch I will notice it. Truly.
I even notice these things in the kitchen, living room, and dinning room. At times I feel like I have a mental map of every room I visit with each item labeled. I've thought at times that I should be detective.
That being said, there is no question as to why I am a real stickler for being asked when my things are used, especially when it comes to my younger sister.
Yesterday she asked me if her boyfriend could play on my Nintendo DS for a while. I'm not really crazy about the boyfriend, to be frank, although I must admit that he is much better than the previous boyfriends that have plagued not only her, but me as well. And I also have this inability to say no to her, even if the requests really grates on my nerves.
I said yeah, sure, he can play on it. He decides on New Super Mario Bros. A good choice overall.
My insides were squirming like worms. I don't really feel like being a bitch and saying no but I know that that's exactly what I feel like saying.
He takes it, plays it, and my sister brings it back once he goes home for the night. All's well that end's well.
Today we all eat dinner together, my sister cooking an okay burger on the grill outside for the three of us.
I then see my DS sitting in his fat man-hands, his profane actions curling my sanity like spoiled milk. I have the strongest desire to ask him what the hell he is doing with my DS right before I turn on my sister and ask when the fuck she went into my room and grabbed my DS. Unfortunately, as amusing as this would have been, I do no such thing and eat my burger silently, my anger boiling hotly inside of me.
If there is anything I just can't deal with it is the arrogance my sister has in taking my things. I tell her repeatedly that she needs to ask first. Just ask me for crying out loud! Is it really too much to expect from her? Obviously it is as she continually refuses to do so.
In other, nerdy news, I was reading through my copy of The Last Generation of the Roman Republic by Erich S. Gruen and came by a very interesting speculation: the Roman Republic could very well have survived Caesar's dictatorship, much like it had survived Sulla's, if only he had not died when he did. This is very thought-provoking, at least for me. With his death, the string of civil wars continued, particularly with Octavian and Mark Antony, and would not be resolved until Augustus became Emperor. Of course, after that happened, the Republic was dead, and with arguably very little of Caesar's help. An interesting idea that I will continue to mull over for the time being.
I'm so compulsive that everything in my crowded room has its place. I am very serious about this. I notice if my books have been moved, my mouse has been touched, or my keys shifted. The other day I (correctly) assumed my sister had used my Nintendo64 because the controller had been plugged in while, just a few hours before, I had noticed that it was unplugged. If something is off by just one inch I will notice it. Truly.
I even notice these things in the kitchen, living room, and dinning room. At times I feel like I have a mental map of every room I visit with each item labeled. I've thought at times that I should be detective.
That being said, there is no question as to why I am a real stickler for being asked when my things are used, especially when it comes to my younger sister.
Yesterday she asked me if her boyfriend could play on my Nintendo DS for a while. I'm not really crazy about the boyfriend, to be frank, although I must admit that he is much better than the previous boyfriends that have plagued not only her, but me as well. And I also have this inability to say no to her, even if the requests really grates on my nerves.
I said yeah, sure, he can play on it. He decides on New Super Mario Bros. A good choice overall.
My insides were squirming like worms. I don't really feel like being a bitch and saying no but I know that that's exactly what I feel like saying.
He takes it, plays it, and my sister brings it back once he goes home for the night. All's well that end's well.
Today we all eat dinner together, my sister cooking an okay burger on the grill outside for the three of us.
I then see my DS sitting in his fat man-hands, his profane actions curling my sanity like spoiled milk. I have the strongest desire to ask him what the hell he is doing with my DS right before I turn on my sister and ask when the fuck she went into my room and grabbed my DS. Unfortunately, as amusing as this would have been, I do no such thing and eat my burger silently, my anger boiling hotly inside of me.
If there is anything I just can't deal with it is the arrogance my sister has in taking my things. I tell her repeatedly that she needs to ask first. Just ask me for crying out loud! Is it really too much to expect from her? Obviously it is as she continually refuses to do so.
In other, nerdy news, I was reading through my copy of The Last Generation of the Roman Republic by Erich S. Gruen and came by a very interesting speculation: the Roman Republic could very well have survived Caesar's dictatorship, much like it had survived Sulla's, if only he had not died when he did. This is very thought-provoking, at least for me. With his death, the string of civil wars continued, particularly with Octavian and Mark Antony, and would not be resolved until Augustus became Emperor. Of course, after that happened, the Republic was dead, and with arguably very little of Caesar's help. An interesting idea that I will continue to mull over for the time being.