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I try to be a sweetie, but It gets difficult when my roommate lets fly a little condescention. She might as well just outright say it: she thinks I'm stupid. Those nice little jabs that make her feel superior. Yeah, good for you, Eureka! You've found what it takes for you to be a good student. Fantastic. But don't rub my nose in it. Your methods, your interests, your ideas, see a trend? They're yours. I've already said that my tongue isn't the sharpest out there-- that doesn't mean that I've got no brains. There are different kinds of intelligence.
After about a month of being roommates, it became some kind of contest. See who knows the most. And of course it's in her playing field-- we talk about politics, philosophers, various influential dead men.... not about things like music, art, writing, the outdoors-- as soon as she finds out I might have some of my own knowledge to draw upon in a given subject, that subject is never discussed again. I'm totally passive with people, I let them talk about whatever interests them, and I often let them be right just to avoid conflict and because I don't trust myself to say what I mean to say. My roommate is very assertive in conversation-- how else can she talk all the time? And I hate hate hate petty competition. You know, if I was around her less, it would be satisfying enough just to let her pretend to know about things that she doesn't know about, let her assume that I wouldn't know any better if she's wrong or not.
It will be so nice to leave all that crap behind, because although my family is ignorant about a lot of things that I wish they weren't, at least they're humble. I suppose you could say they don't front. Yo. And I don't mind being a cornball, really. Ok, I do, but shhh!
Tonite, tonite, what a wonderful night, the season finales of my two favorite shows! But I'm worried about Smallville-- I don't want Lex to go evil. Why can't they just let him be good, or at the least, morally ambiguous? Sigh. It's interesting to look at the whole Superman story in a different perspective: in a way, isn't Superman kind of self-righteous and hypocritical? I've always hated the Western notion that there is only Good and Evil. No in-between, no compromising, and no understanding.
All these blockbuster adventure movies that've come out in the last year or so, the villains are always Evil and they Must Be Destroyed. Spiderman, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and any of those piece of crap war movies out there. The Bad Guys have no hope of redeeming themselves, no good reasons for doing what they do other than the impossible old standby: 'Cause they're Evil, that's why! We don't need Hollywood too to urge us patriotic Americans into the Us-and-Them, Hunt-Out-Every-Last-Of-The-Evil-Ones-And-Destroy mentality, thanks a bunch. Grrr.
Freakin A, I'm *HUNGRY!*
And I need to start packing up. Better get these offensive posters and newspaper clippings down so as not to horrify the fine, upstanding Grandparents. Hehee. I hope to God I won't be guilted into going to church when I get back. I also hope I can get an internet connection at home this summer. Wouldn't it be cool to have my own computer in my own good old empty bedroom in the beautiful, lovely, nice and cool basement! I'll get to fuss with my garden again! I'll get to pet my sweet pup Jasmine again! I'll get to wander around the neighborhood in the hot summer sun again! I'll get to ride my bike up to Rocky Butte and explore again! And see my old school! And my old friends! And if I want, just spend a hot summer night laying on the comfy couch watching TV! And spend an entire day riding the max downtown, browsing vintage clothing stores, hanging out at the library, and reading the Portland Mercury all for FREE!
Suddenly I am very happy.
Picture this:
I dunno who took it or anything, I just thought it was a nice random pic. La.
God, I think I had my first outright argument with my roommate. She just walked in--
"I have a question," she said. "When is it you're going to start packing?"
"Tonight and tomorrow," I said.
She continued: "Because I'd like it if you're out of here as soon as possible. So I don't have to run around finding somewhere else to study away from my room." Now this is bull, because she's done with her finals, she's just beginning her little summer research for her favorite professor early.
So timid (but indignant!) Aimee sighed and said, "Well right now this is still my room, too."
"You didn't choose to study," Roomate muttered under her breath, then wheeled out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Now that really bites, because although absolutely untrue, I'm already worried enough over my grades. Of course I studied. I just don't go on about how studious I am. Why swagger and crow like her? Whatever, I'm just getting catty, so I'll stop now.
After about a month of being roommates, it became some kind of contest. See who knows the most. And of course it's in her playing field-- we talk about politics, philosophers, various influential dead men.... not about things like music, art, writing, the outdoors-- as soon as she finds out I might have some of my own knowledge to draw upon in a given subject, that subject is never discussed again. I'm totally passive with people, I let them talk about whatever interests them, and I often let them be right just to avoid conflict and because I don't trust myself to say what I mean to say. My roommate is very assertive in conversation-- how else can she talk all the time? And I hate hate hate petty competition. You know, if I was around her less, it would be satisfying enough just to let her pretend to know about things that she doesn't know about, let her assume that I wouldn't know any better if she's wrong or not.
It will be so nice to leave all that crap behind, because although my family is ignorant about a lot of things that I wish they weren't, at least they're humble. I suppose you could say they don't front. Yo. And I don't mind being a cornball, really. Ok, I do, but shhh!
Tonite, tonite, what a wonderful night, the season finales of my two favorite shows! But I'm worried about Smallville-- I don't want Lex to go evil. Why can't they just let him be good, or at the least, morally ambiguous? Sigh. It's interesting to look at the whole Superman story in a different perspective: in a way, isn't Superman kind of self-righteous and hypocritical? I've always hated the Western notion that there is only Good and Evil. No in-between, no compromising, and no understanding.
All these blockbuster adventure movies that've come out in the last year or so, the villains are always Evil and they Must Be Destroyed. Spiderman, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and any of those piece of crap war movies out there. The Bad Guys have no hope of redeeming themselves, no good reasons for doing what they do other than the impossible old standby: 'Cause they're Evil, that's why! We don't need Hollywood too to urge us patriotic Americans into the Us-and-Them, Hunt-Out-Every-Last-Of-The-Evil-Ones-And-Destroy mentality, thanks a bunch. Grrr.
Freakin A, I'm *HUNGRY!*
And I need to start packing up. Better get these offensive posters and newspaper clippings down so as not to horrify the fine, upstanding Grandparents. Hehee. I hope to God I won't be guilted into going to church when I get back. I also hope I can get an internet connection at home this summer. Wouldn't it be cool to have my own computer in my own good old empty bedroom in the beautiful, lovely, nice and cool basement! I'll get to fuss with my garden again! I'll get to pet my sweet pup Jasmine again! I'll get to wander around the neighborhood in the hot summer sun again! I'll get to ride my bike up to Rocky Butte and explore again! And see my old school! And my old friends! And if I want, just spend a hot summer night laying on the comfy couch watching TV! And spend an entire day riding the max downtown, browsing vintage clothing stores, hanging out at the library, and reading the Portland Mercury all for FREE!
Suddenly I am very happy.
Picture this:
I dunno who took it or anything, I just thought it was a nice random pic. La.
God, I think I had my first outright argument with my roommate. She just walked in--
"I have a question," she said. "When is it you're going to start packing?"
"Tonight and tomorrow," I said.
She continued: "Because I'd like it if you're out of here as soon as possible. So I don't have to run around finding somewhere else to study away from my room." Now this is bull, because she's done with her finals, she's just beginning her little summer research for her favorite professor early.
So timid (but indignant!) Aimee sighed and said, "Well right now this is still my room, too."
"You didn't choose to study," Roomate muttered under her breath, then wheeled out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Now that really bites, because although absolutely untrue, I'm already worried enough over my grades. Of course I studied. I just don't go on about how studious I am. Why swagger and crow like her? Whatever, I'm just getting catty, so I'll stop now.
