No, really, it's true. One of them doesn't believe in personal bubble space, and she doesn't understand that when I'm doing something, I'm actually doing it, and that I really don't care about her life's story, or her extended family, or about anything she has to say.
Ouch. Cold, much?
Then I have a roommate who, at first, was pretty cool. Now, though, she'll leave her stuff anywhere, and she doesn't help out a lot around the dorm, and she's never around to help out. She's starting to bug me. A lot. And she'll just go on about all her crap and that's the conversation. Lame.
The roommate I like the best is the one that's actually asked about my life and everything. She's been sick for a bit, and over at another dorm (which bugged me, because it was roomie #1 that didn't make her feel comfortable here, and, I admit, I was jealous that they got her and we didn't). She's really the only one that I feel genuinely listens when I talk to her.
So ready to get out of dorms and away from Freshmen. Obviously I have issues with transitions.
--Soren, out.
No comments:
Post a Comment