Karma I think has struck.

Why is it, that we neglect those that appreciate us, and tend to bend over backwards to please people who don't respect us?

I think the Japanese got it right. Even if someone despises you with every fiber of their being, they'll still give you respect until you do something to not deserve it (in which case its your responsibility to restore that respect...not theirs).

(Warning: what you are about to read is laced with some venting. So emotional stress can make the statements seem cruel or harsh)

My roomie is a very selfish person. Don't get me wrong. He's a nice guy, but he doesn't respect me. The worse part is he doesn't realize he doesn't respect me. I pick him up from work everyday. I hang out with him all the time to keep him from getting bored, and run him where ever he needs to go for errands and what not. Should I need to do something though, I get nothing but grief to the point where he makes me late for whatever engagement i'm attempting to get to.

He tells me he appreciates the things I do for him. I think he's unintentionally lying. He doesn't respect me. We have very little in common. He watches shows that I find mentally appauling. Like pretty much everything on eMpTyV, and VH1. He listens to R&B and pop. His idea of hanging out and having fun with friends is an odd form of mingling, drinking alcohol, and preferably being in a heavily social setting surrounded by people he doesn't necessarily know, nor care to be around.

I watch SciFi, and pretty much 95% of the shows I like, he has no desire to watch. So I change the channel for him to try to find something we both like. He gets upset when I don't want to watch the shows he's watching.

I listen to lots of music, including rock and heavy metal. He accuses my music of being "negative angry music" which for the most part he's correct. But its an outlet for me. Either way I try to turn the radio to something we both like, and it ends up being black eyed peas or some such nonsense that my brain is starting to rebel against. (just proof that i'm not designed to think fluffy thoughts...especially about a chicks lovely lumps.)

I don't mind going out from time to time, but I have a budget I have to maintain. I don't like drinking anymore, and the last thing I want to do is associate with sicofants. I've chosen my friends wisely over the last decade, and I trust them. Needless to say, my roomie doesn't like rpgs, computer games, or anime. So he doesn't want to hang out with my friends. (Cuz drinking and gambling seem to be more amusing?!?)

I've attempted to bring up alternatives to find decent association or things to do when hanging out, but all my ideas are shot down. He doesn't even try anymore.

Now of course this just bakes my bacon even more because I broke off an association with someone that had far more in common with me, and appreciated my time far more. Why did I do this? Because of some very complicated and at most psychotic circumstances. I've come to realize i'm not exactly the most stable person in the world, and my emotions tend to run me over. Part of that is this annoying bottling in thing I do instead of just speaking my mind or getting stuff off my chest.

Damage is done though. Now I just need to tactfully inform my current roomie that our current arrangement is not going to be able to continue, and then move on with my life and find another roomie. I'd live by myself but i'm in the process of paying off certain utilities that I find essential. (Like power, and cable)

.....CABLE IS TOO ESSENTIAL DAMMIT!!!!

"I need to jump over the moon..."
~rent

Happy Thanksgiving!

Eat lots, and work it off later. =)

"We'd like to give thanks to the indians. Whom we came, gave diseases, killed thier people, and stole thier lands. You guys are awesome!"

You Are Likely an Only Child

At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated. At work and school, you do best when you're organizing. When you love someone, you tend to worry about them. In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic. Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management. You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books.

The Birth Order Predictor

blah blah blah..all lies!!!

Clown suits?!?

Its 1:40am and i'm awake rather suddenly thanks to a bout of food poisoning. Carl's Jr's new portobello mushroom burgers are gooooooood...but not so much coming back up. So after that was finished with, I found that laying back down didn't seem very appealing.

Hop on computer, kick back in thrown, pet my kitty cat, and log onto yahoo. Low and behold I get to chat with my ever nocturnal friend (we'll call him Juan because its fun to pronounce and is nothing like his actual name) Juan. We have a almost decade old joke going about his parents having sex....in clown suits (hence the title of today's post).

I always like talking to Juan. He has good things to say (or just very realistic), and of course finds a way to get me laughing so hard that I think i'm gonna have a heart attack.

Who needed a liver anyway?

So this weekend was going fantastic, until my migrain decided it was going to completely debilitate me on sunday morning. I woke up to pain. So some IBprofen and hydrocodone later, its still making my brain short circuit. The usual supliments didn't even phase it.

So my mom came over and brough a darvaset (not sure if I spelled it correctly). I forced down some speghetti and took the pill. It got me to the point that if I laid still enough I could actually close my eyes and attempt to sleep. Problem is, everything under the sun was able to wake me up. Heck, I could hear my cat walking through the hall...how creepy is that.

Now i've woken up this morning and my stomach is rebelling against the pain killers, and i'm on another hydrocodone in hopes that I won't have to take another darvaset. The worst part is my roomie is like,"If you had insurance..." and my response is,"...they'd just give me painkillers...which i'm taking right now."