The situation with my roommates has climaxed. The two boys dragged my bed down 4 stories and left it in the trash. No, I'm not kidding. I realized this at 3 in the morning and, taking deep motherfucking breathes went upstairs - just to be sure it was mine. It was. The boxframe was sitting empty, my sheets and comforter in a lump in the middle. OMG so many types of not fucking okay.
I took pictures so I could have a record of the fucking slight. Wanna see?
Thats my bed. That green underneath there? Thats the fucking TRASH.
Thats the box frame without a mattress, with all my bedding in a pile int he middle. The pillow should be up on the same level as the headboard.
I woke up one of the Graduate Counselors and reported it. He came with me and helped me move all my shit. I no longer felt safe there if they were willing to go through all that fucking effort to move something of mine to get back at me. *seethes*
So, I slept on couch cushions on the floor of the student lounge for 2 hours and then got woken by the associate director to talk to me about what happened. Tomorrow I talk to the director of the study centre and when I get back to the states, I have a meeting with the Dean of students. I'm filling out an incident report and filling harassment charges because this went so far over the fucking line its in the southern hemisphere.
Later, my roommates asked to speak to me - supposedly apologize. What it was was "they(the boys) shouldnt have done it but you really were kind of a unlivable so...." No. there is no "so..." in this. Thats my fucking bed. Where I fucking sleep. It's private, it should be a safe place and by doing that to me, you are being malicious even if you think its funny. I would NEVER do anything like that to them. Anything I did wrong was either out of carelessness or self-centered actions but NEVER with intent to HURT or VANDALIZE or PURPOSEFULLY INSULT another person.
Her boyfriend Luke, who is one of the people who did it, just came in and apologized - literally as was typing this. He said that he was sorry for what he did and it was meant as a joke and in no way to be malicious. And that he was sorry. I said "I accept your apology." Which I genuinely do. Seriously, I forgive him. However? To forgive is not to forget. And "I'm sorry" doesnt make what happened okay and I am going to take it all the way to the Dean.
Final word
No devil's advocate comments. The devil can burn in fucking hell. I'm past the point of seeing both sides of this. They made me feel unsafe, they disrespected me, and they conducted a cruel action regardless of motivation. They no longer get advocates from my friends. If you think what they did was right, justified, or funny - defriend me right fucking now. Dont let the door hit your ass on the way out.