Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Home Again!
I have returned home to A2. I had an interesting feeling the closer I was to A2, the more panic I felt. Panic may be too strong of a word, more discomfort. Normally I would be thinking of returning to my nice quiet, clean apartment and knowing I was coming home to a roomate who would want to talk the rest of the eveing was not something I was looking forward to. I just wanted to read my email, read the sports page and relax a moment. I find it truly interesting that I see this side of myself, almost reclusive. I also see that side of myself that jumps before I look. I jump into some things that really have gotten messy and I always get myself out and get myself cleaned up, but one might think that after jumping enough times into messy situations I might just learn to look before I jump. Maybe the old adage "can't teach an old dog new tricks" is more true than I would like to think. I am tired and probably should just go to bed and here I sit looking at the wall by the door that now has sticking notes pasted to it......my roomies self reminders about something (of which I don't really even care to know what they are) I just know that I am not found of sticky notes pasted to the wall. (and it isn't really a big deal.....just one of those things that makes you think.............my god I need to chill out. I don't like the side of myself that I am seeing........Anyway.....I think going to bed is a perfect idea, so off I go. Peace.
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Fall down 8 times, get up 9 times.
Hey! I met the Great Lakes regional manager the other day. That was an interesting day. She's a total C U Next Tuesday!
If the sticky notes are bothering you, it means the whole living situation is not comfy. You know when Oprah says if a married couple is fighting about socks on the floor - it's not really about the socks?
I know you're not as old as I am (I don't feel like anyone is anymore!) but I know you're not 25 years old either. Maybe a roommate is not such a good idea at this time of your life. If she's not paying part of your rent, what's the point in sharing your space with her?
I can't imagine living with someone else at this point in my life; it's hard enough living with the same man for 39 yrs. Shhhh, don't tell Petey I said that. hehe
Oh I get that Ellen, Sticky notes is NOT a big deal. No more roomates for me. Getting this one out is going to be a challenge in itself. I jumped.....now I just have to stay afloat until I can get out.........seriously, for a smart chick.......sometimes I am as dumb as a box of rocks. Actually, I think it comes down to my compassion.........but extending myself beyond my own boundaries is pretty damn dumb.
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