Confessions of a Roommate

My roommate is quite possibly the most unpleasant person on the planet at this very instant. It's quite an experience, really. Coaching a TV will make the football players play better. Yes, indeed. You and your boyfriend are actually going to last. Yes, indeed.

Perhaps I'm here to learn how to deal with this. Actually, that's exactly why. God has a twisted sense of humor and feels that I need to go through this at this point in my life. I need to learn to tolerate people I can't stand. I need to learn from her mistakes, although I think I was never stupid enough to make her mistakes. I need to learn to tune the things out that don't matter to me and not get worked up about things getting in my way. OK, got it.

But seriously, you think she'd have some kind of humility to realize that she sounds like an idiot. Period. And no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get eye to eye with her without making all these judgements about how stupid she is. I'm not talking academically - she's pretty decent in terms of intelligence. It's that she's stupid in life experience. She's just been raised a completely different way than I have and doesn't see life as a constant learning process, as a world of possibility. So I get it - God's teaching me to value my open mind, and I've never learned anything faster than this.

OK wow now I'm really getting a little scared. It's entertaining, I mean, to watch this meltdown over a football game, but I think she really might break down if they lose. How could something so little matter so much? I understand being a sports fan, I have my own team, but I don't get this level of involvement. At some point don't you realize that it's just a game?

Or, to be philosophical, is life just a game? At what point to we throw in the towel and start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all? Does it really matter what I do now, at this moment, when ten years from now I'll just look back on it? Of course it matters, because what I do now dictates what happens ten years from now. But really? Maybe at some point I will look back on my roommate and understand her, understand how her mind works. It just seems so closed to me. How could her mind be so deprived of imagination? Imagination can be a curse, but it certainly is a much greater gift. In fact, the curses brought on by imagination - such as dissatisfaction and mental claustrophobia, among others - are also gifts in disguise. They move us forward, keep us searching, keep us stretching our imaginations...

I realize that my posts are beginning to have less and less focus as time goes on. That's fine by me, if you can handle it. This is my way to let my mind wander, because I know that I'm keeping it on too short a leash otherwise. This reminds me to breathe, to take a step back, to look for what I missed before.

And this is also my way to make fun of my roommate without anyone really knowing. I won't lie. But seriously, everyone needs to loosen up and laugh sometimes! Really!