I’m not studying and continuing to hear frustrating new about my roommate jfx.
When I first moved in with you, things were mostly nice. And then you began to give me unwarranted “advice” about college (some of which turned out to be incorrect information). During this time I said nothing to you about this annoyance. You got upset when I would take my parents’ advice over yours (even though they are senior to both you and me and they are *my* parents to whom I have looked for advice for about 18 years, regardless of whether or not I choose to follow it). You are often very pouty. You like to give commands to me and expect that I follow them. For instance, you demand I keep bread in a basket instead of the cabinet where I wish to keep it. At first you told me I couldn’t park my car in the drive way, even though your mother told me I had to park there because I couldn’t park it in the street. But I took your advice and parked in the street as you wished. Then you got upset that I was parking in the street instead of the driveway. You were upset that I chose to keep my food in a cabinet (which, yes, is a part of my rent- it’s 1/3 of the 3 free cabinets in the kitchen) instead of the pantry like you wanted. You got mad that I lock my room door, yet on several occasions I have found you left the garage door up, which says to me, I need to keep my room safe when I am gone for the day. You frequently try to belittle me and hurt my feelings by telling me how dumb I am, how I HAVE to ask you for math help, how you know all of the Greek letters and you assume I don’t know any (which, psych, I do, not that that matters, because it’s a really dumb thing to lord over someone anyways),you like to tell me how easy my classes are (but you wouldn’t know because you aren’t taking them), you tell me how hard yours are. You seemed angry when I told you Jason might get to visit, but expected me to be happy when you got tickets to see your boyfriend. You refused to wait five minutes on me when I wanted to buy something from Starbucks (and had already spent 10 minutes in line and was almost at the checkout- and I only went to Starbucks because I had to wait on you to finish stuff to get ready to go home), but you expect me to wait 45 minutes on you when you order things at Einsteins and Panda Express that are clearly out of stock or not even on the menu! The Express lane DOES NOT SELL TERIYAKI CHICKEN, which by the way, is Japanese. Whenever I mention something anything from my previous life in Singapore you whine that you didn’t get to visit because of your illness, and then proceed to tell me how CULTURED you are because your parents took you to the Cayman before you got sick. You were upset when my parents offered to take you to a restaraunt and they couldn’t find one to your taste, stating “If my mom was here she would DEFINITELY take YOU out to eat” (which, by the way, when she was here Monday and Tuesday, definitely did not). You live a double standard and are spoiled. You want everything good for yourself, but you don’t care about others in the process.There are many other examples, but I don’t have time to write them. You treat me awfully.
You and I both knew when we agreed to room together that I could not and might not be able to drive, yet I chose to live off campus so that I could be with someone who I thought was a friend. As soon as I failed my driving test again you got upset and said you wouldn’t drive me any more in the mornings, that I’d have to figure out a bus. Yet the nearest bus is not only a mile walk away, but an extra public bus ride as well. For this I attempted to make arrangements with Julia before you suddenly changed your mind and said you could take me again.
I HAVE NEVER INSULTED YOU. I have never said anything to you to make fun of you. I have tried my hardest to always be nice to you, no matter how bad you make me feel. I’ve never even mentioned to you the things that bother me that you do (with the exception of honking at everyone when you drive). We both have depression, so don’t use that as an excuse. I tried to be a good friend. I SCRUBBED THE FUNGUS OFF OF YOUR BACK FOR YOU. But in return you abandoned me. So no, you will not be allowed to drive my car. In driving yours you demonstrated to me that you are not a safe driver (phone, driving with your head sticking out the sun roof, eating, farting in car, etc), thus when you INFORMED me that you would be COMANDEERING my car, of course I was a bit confused and upset. But last night my parents tried very hard to talk me into letting you borrow my car. And I might have, with the right agreement, but with how you have treated me this morning, that is the last straw. As you so eloquently stated, I am not your responsibility, you are not mine. Rent your own car. I’ll get a ride from someone else.
Kindly fuck you,
Me + house mate = big fight this evening ended up involving parents it still isn’t resolved but my father is threatening to take away funding for school……………………………fuck me.
Failed my driving test for the third time this morning.