We passed the inspection. I think I should feel happy, and I did for a short while, but that feeling has faded. On friday, my room mate decided that he wanted to do a project and dragged me out to go and get the stuff for that project. It would have been fine, except he doesn’t do projects like I would think a normal person does. He doesn’t do a crap ton of research and then go and get the things he needed for the project, he gets the project idea in his head and then goes nuts buying the crap for it with little to no research and without budget and time restraints. He wants to get all the stuff to do the project right now so he can do it very quickly. That isn’t the smartest way to do things, especially when we tend to not have a whole lot of money. Then again, he managed to buy hundreds of dollars worth of tools, so what do I know? Why does he have to spend extra money that he has instead of saving it? We’ve had instances where we’ve had to borrow money to survive and here is a moment where he has money and he just wants to get rid of it as if it were on fire.....
Anyway, we went out and bout plants for his project and curtain materials. Which, by the way, he didn’t measure the area that we needed to cover with the curtains before we went out to get the materials for them I’ll be making the curtains according to how he tells me, because he won’t listen to what I have to say about it. We’ve got three windows lined up next to one another fairly closely. They aren’t very wide, so I thought it would be simpler to do one big curtain. “No,” says the room mate, “we’ll be doing three different sets of curtains.” When I try to explain that that will be more work and more cost, he simply says its how he wants it. Grrrreeeeaaaat..... Then he tells me that if we want to open the curtains to let in more light, they will be pulled toward the middle of their individual windows and tied off. That will let in more light, but you know what lets in even more? Pulling the f*cking things to the sides! Oh but we can’t do that says the room mate. Why? “Because there are three windows and that is not how you open the curtains for them.” SAYS F*CKING WHO? No answer. And why are we listening to them? No answer.
He also wants to put plants and a fountain in front of the three windows. Super I just keep thinking “where is all this going to go?” The stuff he wants to put there is going to clutter the window and possibly ruin the curtains and the area rug if the fountain splashes just a little. Most fountains splash somewhat. The materials he wants to use for the fountain don’t go together and probably won’t work the way he wants them to. I tried saying so, but he of course doesn’t listen. And the plants? I picked out a total of two, he picked out fifteen, some of which were the same. I wanted to get a little orchid for the middle of the table, but it cost too much (we could have put some of the doubles back, but noooooo). He then went to an auction and bought fake plants. Why did we get real ones if he was just going to go and get fake ones? I would have been fine with one small fake orchid to put on the table. I now have four tall fake orchids along with six other fake plants that are all just lined up on the floor against a wall right now because we don’t have a place for them. That’s just great. The real ones are going to be a problem all by themselves. The curtains, or at least how we plan to have them, are supposed to block out the light coming from outside. Why? Because it gets really hot in that room and we’re desperate to try and cool it down. If the plants that we got are all put in that one room, they will die. Plants need sunlight to live. If I try telling any of this to my room mate, I might as well just talk to a brick wall. He hasn’t been listening to me, so he most likely won’t start any time soon.
Its rather depressing being stuck as I am now with the one person in the entire world that I actually know who isn’t on the computer. I’ve thought about giving up and let him do whatever he wants, but I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I’m the one who will end up caring for the plants all the time, I’m the one who will have to open and close the curtains every single day to insure the plants don’t die, and I’m the one who is going to be stuck looking at this sh*t every waking hour as long as it is up. He’s here only when he sleeps and maybe an hour or two before he goes to sleep. If I’m very lucky, he might spend three or four hours here with me. Doesn’t really matter how long he’s here though since we spend most of our time together watching television. Yes, I am alone basically twenty-four hours a day in the same building, twenty-two of which are spent alone on most days. I feel like I’m in prison or solitary confinement. I can’t leave without an escort (my room mate, who is the only one with a mode of transportation), I eat when he brings food (which can range between 6 pm to 10 pm), and I’m alone most of the time. Actually, prisoners get three meals a day and have a risk of being beaten or killed by inmates or guards. Still think I’d prefer prison at this point just to have other people to talk to on a regular basis. Then again, they have to use the toilet in front of other people Fine, it’s a tie.
I can’t believe I spent so much time talking about my room mate, and there is still more I haven’t mentioned. Like the fact he took my tricycle to someone’s shop, to “fix it up”. Last time he took something out of the house and said he would bring it back, I never saw it again, so I don’t have a whole lot of trust for the man with this item. I also wanted to help work on it. It needs the rust and sand cleaned off, new spokes, the tires need to be reinflated, and it needs brakes. Nothing we couldn’t do here, and he wants to do it all by himself. It would have been nice to be included on a project that I actually looked forward to for once.
There was also a couple of instances of insensitivity on his part when we were going out and coming back home on friday. Going out, we saw a turtle in the middle of the road. I wanted to stop and get it and then put it in some woods or something, but I also didn’t want to go back and see it dead, so we didn’t go back. He decided that was a good time to tell a joke about the turtle dieing. Because that is what a sensitive animal lover wants to hear at that moment. Coming back, he hit a opossum or raccoon. I thankfully didn’t see the animal before he hit it, but I heard and felt the thud. He again tried a joke. Yeah, that isn’t the thing to say. I feel like a murderer just for being in the car. It also brought up images of a squirrel I saw get hit once. Poor thing got hit by a car, lived, and crawled onto the sidewalk and wobbled around for a while trying to walk. I was in a line with a friend for a clinic that I needed to go to and if I left, I would have lost my place. I wanted to run across the street and try to help the little thing. Ite been five or six years and I still feel terrible not doing so. My room mate doesn’t know about the squirrel and if he did he’d probably just say a joke that only he finds funny, because that is the one and only solution he seems to come up with when dealing with someone who is upset. Well, no, sometimes he ignores it and hopes it gets better on its own. I think its safe to say I don’t like him, and I haven’t for a long while. We’re related, so I’m supposed to love him, but I simply don’t. There might be instances where I’m happy with him for a while, but those don’t last.
I think last week I said I would talk about Tales of Xillia 2, but I just don’t have it in me this week. Maybe next week.
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