I thought moving out would allow me more control over my environment; I thought I would have the oppertunity to be my own man and make my own choices. However, there is no such thing as independence. Recognizing this, most people with three other roomates to contend with might make some sort of "social contract" with their colocs to ensure that: every person has reprasentation, control; and conflicts are taken care of with foresight rather than arguements and ego.
However, some of those roomates might be apathetically churning their own downward spiral; merely waiting for their failing grades to come in and for insects and City Services to invade and inhabit their household.
This is not good enough for me.
Perhaps I am too self-centred; perhaps I should consider the delicate emotions of the lazy slobs who were at one time my friends but now the only time I see them is when they are playing harmless pranks on me (for instance: sticking nails into the tires of my bicycle; tearing apart that bicycle with an axe, then tossing it in the garbage heap; stealing my house-jeys and locking the doors; i digress - maybey somewhat bitter).
Anyhow, I have always respected relationships of respect. That is, open communication and mutual goal setting is a method to avoid the pitfalls of mutual bordem. Despite this very idealist and pascificst perspect, i fear that I have allowed delinquent and misdirected slobs to take advantage of my good nature.
I feel hunted and targeted and helpless - these are not emotions that I enjoy feeling.
That's right, it is time to be a dick. Time to let out my inner-asshole (we all have one). Time to be uninhibitedly aggressive.
Get Proactive.
There is more power in being a hunter.
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