Roommates Rant
What a fucking night. I hate some of my suitemates at this moment. I thought I was doing well on the accommodate-the-roommates-so-living-together-isn't-hell factor, but apparently there has been some miscommunication. I think the trouble comes down to my idea that to make things better, you say what bothers you, and people try and be aware of that, and you do the same courtesy for them. That relies on the fact that the other people think they should mention what bothers them, and that they are willing to change if you change. Maybe I'm the wired one in the suite, being the neatest, and cooking the most, and wanting people to clean up after themselves. FUCKING HELL. How do you talk to someone who doesn't think there is anything to talk about? How do I communicate how frustrated I am without attacking the people who are doing the stuff that bothers me?
She essentially called me a complainer, and someone who can't solve problems that she doesn't believe exist, saying I had to run to the RA and make it a big issue. FUCK YOU. Maybe we should've talked to everyone else before we went and asked the RA to come talk with us, but I feel like the response I got for saying why I want to RA to come justifies it. If I think there's a problem with the kitchen, and you don't, isn't there a problem that should be talked about, even if it's not what I originally thought? I'm trying to make things work for both of us bitch, I think I'm ready to make changes so you are comfortable, I hope you feel the same way, because otherwise I might go crazier.
I know I am reacting a little like the kitchen is mine, and everyone should accommodate me, but that's also why I want to talk. I'd like to know what people expect in the kitchen so I don't go around disturbing their shit, and they don't fuck up mine. I really don't think I have high expectations outside of my need to talk about the various stuff that I think could cause problems at some point, which doesn't seem like a big deal to me. Is talking about the spacing of shit in the freezer (etc. etc.) really that pointless to you, that you aren't even willing to humor me and mention that everyone obviously should make an effort to keep their food limited to 1/5th of the freezer space? I'm sorry I don't measure out the dimensions of my food, so that someone will have room to buy ice cream. Fuck.
I think I'm taking 4 classes this semester, which is stressing me out, because the English I decided to take has a lot of readings. But now I've committed to it, I can't just go back to taking only 3 classes.
Too much stress. No Ultimate practice to relieve it.
She essentially called me a complainer, and someone who can't solve problems that she doesn't believe exist, saying I had to run to the RA and make it a big issue. FUCK YOU. Maybe we should've talked to everyone else before we went and asked the RA to come talk with us, but I feel like the response I got for saying why I want to RA to come justifies it. If I think there's a problem with the kitchen, and you don't, isn't there a problem that should be talked about, even if it's not what I originally thought? I'm trying to make things work for both of us bitch, I think I'm ready to make changes so you are comfortable, I hope you feel the same way, because otherwise I might go crazier.
I know I am reacting a little like the kitchen is mine, and everyone should accommodate me, but that's also why I want to talk. I'd like to know what people expect in the kitchen so I don't go around disturbing their shit, and they don't fuck up mine. I really don't think I have high expectations outside of my need to talk about the various stuff that I think could cause problems at some point, which doesn't seem like a big deal to me. Is talking about the spacing of shit in the freezer (etc. etc.) really that pointless to you, that you aren't even willing to humor me and mention that everyone obviously should make an effort to keep their food limited to 1/5th of the freezer space? I'm sorry I don't measure out the dimensions of my food, so that someone will have room to buy ice cream. Fuck.
I think I'm taking 4 classes this semester, which is stressing me out, because the English I decided to take has a lot of readings. But now I've committed to it, I can't just go back to taking only 3 classes.
Too much stress. No Ultimate practice to relieve it.
posted by Joni at 10:37 PM
1 Comments:
hahaha dude - I'm taking 6 classes and a research job this semester. but yeah, I can't wait for practice to start.
And by the way, I totally feel for you and your crappy kitchen mates - I had the same thing freshman year, those bitches. Unfortunately, I don't have much advice besides printing out angry (but to the point) letters and taping them up in the kitchen. oh and find people now with whom you can live for next semester.
Love you!
-G
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