Violence isn't the answer. That makes sense.
Life lately...Hard to say.
It has not really been rough, yet it has not really been easy. In that regard, I would say it has been kinda tough. There has been a lot of working for moneys, and a good amount of accumulating supplies. I pretty much have my essentials at this point. All I really need now are things that would be nice to have, like a water filter, or a cooking stove (I could easily make do without one, but it would certainly be nice to have a nice little small one if possible).
Since there has been a good amount of working (I had no days off from August to Thanksgiving day excluding weekends), I have not spending much time with friends. Which is kind of understandable since most of them are at UMBC, in another state, or far enough to not merit a drive over. That is during the week of course. I almost feel like a regular ol' hard working American who just works during the week and has fun during the weekend. Except I only work part time.
Truth be told, I kind of want a girlfriend. No women have really met my standard (I really would not think it is a hard standard to meet), and I am really not getting solid opportunities to meet new women. Stumped would be the best way to describe my current position. Even if I did meet someone, who wants to hear, "Oh, by the way, I am going on this quest across the country. Imma be gone for about 5'ish months, but hey, we shall get in touch after my return. See how that works and everything. Peace." I simply cannot fathom someone wanting to fall into that position...unless they were crazy, in which case I would not want them in that position with me in the first place.
I know I can make do without a girlfriend. There really is no hurry there. One cannot seek out love, or one shall never find it. This is just the longest stretch of singleness I have had since high school after my first relationship. This is not necessarily a bad thing either. Being single allows me to learn a lot about myself, other people, and the world around me.
Oh yes, my roommate. I almost decked him yesterday. He really pissed me off. See, both of our phones use the same phone charger. Somehow, he lost his recently. I pointed out to him that both of our phones use the same charger, and told him he could use it that night, specifically that he could take it to his girlfriend's apartment if he was going to return it the next day because I did not need it that night. Since he was not set to come back the next day, he did not take it with him. I bet you can see where this is going. Let me branch off to the side and explain something else first:
I let my phone die before I charge it. I have found that when I do that I can get about a week, sometimes two weeks out of my phone before it dies next. It is my nice little set up. Now, back to the story.
So last night (thursday night), my phone died. My thoughts: Okay, I just need to get home and charge my phone, no biggie. So I get home and look for my charger after getting off of work and going grocery shopping. However, my phone charger was missing. I took apart my room and looked where it last was, and it was gone. Very strange, right? I immediately thought of the roommate because he was the only one who could have/would have taken it. I could not call him though, my phone was dead. My only hope was that he was on his computer, which he thankfully happened to be. I asked him if he took my phone charger, and he told me that he did. His excuse for the taking of the charger? "Yeah, I was in a rush. my ride needed to be somewhere"
Seriously? There was no asking there. You ask before you just take someone's shit. You let them know at least. He just fucking took it. Yes, that is called stealing my friends. It is what you DO NOT DO. Oh, it gets worst though. Not only did he steal my phone charger, which I actually did need because my phone is my alarm clock for the morning, but he was inebriated and could not drive it to me or get it to me in any way. Thus, if I wanted my charger, I had to drive to UMBC and get it. Yes, my roommate stole my phone charger, went to school, and then made me pick it up there. I had to go out of my way to do something I should have had to do to begin with.
So I angrily went to UMBC to get my damn charger, and waited for him to show up with it. He got there and was almost indignant that I made him give me my charger back. My friend Liz was there and was almost flabbergasted. She told him to apologize about three times before he issued forth a weak sorry. She also told him to tell me that it would never happen again. Same thing as with the apology. You are probably wondering why she was telling him to do this and not just letting it slide by. One: he was clearly in the wrong. He stole my charger, made me go out of my way to get it, and then gave me sass on top of it. This leads to Two: I was pretty peeved and strangely close to punching him. I am not one for physical violence (I am a pacifist), but stealing is something that really gets to me. Add onto that the sass and the having to go out of my way, and I was not happy in the slightest. Liz could see this, and she defused the situation.
Throw on top of this that he is already practically stealing his room. At a measly $200 a month, he should be incredibly grateful that I did not let my brother get his way and have him kicked out. I have been pretty much the only reason he has not been kicked out. For that, I would like a little bit more respect than that. More courtesy. Hell, I would like more cooperation in acquiescence of the house rules. But no, just disrespect in that regard. Can you really blame me for wanting to punch him?
Anyway, fatigue is hitting me. brain deadness is occurring. I'll fake save the rest of this for another time in the near future.
It has not really been rough, yet it has not really been easy. In that regard, I would say it has been kinda tough. There has been a lot of working for moneys, and a good amount of accumulating supplies. I pretty much have my essentials at this point. All I really need now are things that would be nice to have, like a water filter, or a cooking stove (I could easily make do without one, but it would certainly be nice to have a nice little small one if possible).
Since there has been a good amount of working (I had no days off from August to Thanksgiving day excluding weekends), I have not spending much time with friends. Which is kind of understandable since most of them are at UMBC, in another state, or far enough to not merit a drive over. That is during the week of course. I almost feel like a regular ol' hard working American who just works during the week and has fun during the weekend. Except I only work part time.
Truth be told, I kind of want a girlfriend. No women have really met my standard (I really would not think it is a hard standard to meet), and I am really not getting solid opportunities to meet new women. Stumped would be the best way to describe my current position. Even if I did meet someone, who wants to hear, "Oh, by the way, I am going on this quest across the country. Imma be gone for about 5'ish months, but hey, we shall get in touch after my return. See how that works and everything. Peace." I simply cannot fathom someone wanting to fall into that position...unless they were crazy, in which case I would not want them in that position with me in the first place.
I know I can make do without a girlfriend. There really is no hurry there. One cannot seek out love, or one shall never find it. This is just the longest stretch of singleness I have had since high school after my first relationship. This is not necessarily a bad thing either. Being single allows me to learn a lot about myself, other people, and the world around me.
Oh yes, my roommate. I almost decked him yesterday. He really pissed me off. See, both of our phones use the same phone charger. Somehow, he lost his recently. I pointed out to him that both of our phones use the same charger, and told him he could use it that night, specifically that he could take it to his girlfriend's apartment if he was going to return it the next day because I did not need it that night. Since he was not set to come back the next day, he did not take it with him. I bet you can see where this is going. Let me branch off to the side and explain something else first:
I let my phone die before I charge it. I have found that when I do that I can get about a week, sometimes two weeks out of my phone before it dies next. It is my nice little set up. Now, back to the story.
So last night (thursday night), my phone died. My thoughts: Okay, I just need to get home and charge my phone, no biggie. So I get home and look for my charger after getting off of work and going grocery shopping. However, my phone charger was missing. I took apart my room and looked where it last was, and it was gone. Very strange, right? I immediately thought of the roommate because he was the only one who could have/would have taken it. I could not call him though, my phone was dead. My only hope was that he was on his computer, which he thankfully happened to be. I asked him if he took my phone charger, and he told me that he did. His excuse for the taking of the charger? "Yeah, I was in a rush. my ride needed to be somewhere"
Seriously? There was no asking there. You ask before you just take someone's shit. You let them know at least. He just fucking took it. Yes, that is called stealing my friends. It is what you DO NOT DO. Oh, it gets worst though. Not only did he steal my phone charger, which I actually did need because my phone is my alarm clock for the morning, but he was inebriated and could not drive it to me or get it to me in any way. Thus, if I wanted my charger, I had to drive to UMBC and get it. Yes, my roommate stole my phone charger, went to school, and then made me pick it up there. I had to go out of my way to do something I should have had to do to begin with.
So I angrily went to UMBC to get my damn charger, and waited for him to show up with it. He got there and was almost indignant that I made him give me my charger back. My friend Liz was there and was almost flabbergasted. She told him to apologize about three times before he issued forth a weak sorry. She also told him to tell me that it would never happen again. Same thing as with the apology. You are probably wondering why she was telling him to do this and not just letting it slide by. One: he was clearly in the wrong. He stole my charger, made me go out of my way to get it, and then gave me sass on top of it. This leads to Two: I was pretty peeved and strangely close to punching him. I am not one for physical violence (I am a pacifist), but stealing is something that really gets to me. Add onto that the sass and the having to go out of my way, and I was not happy in the slightest. Liz could see this, and she defused the situation.
Throw on top of this that he is already practically stealing his room. At a measly $200 a month, he should be incredibly grateful that I did not let my brother get his way and have him kicked out. I have been pretty much the only reason he has not been kicked out. For that, I would like a little bit more respect than that. More courtesy. Hell, I would like more cooperation in acquiescence of the house rules. But no, just disrespect in that regard. Can you really blame me for wanting to punch him?
Anyway, fatigue is hitting me. brain deadness is occurring. I'll fake save the rest of this for another time in the near future.