Yay for reading new postings in blogs!
I don't have a huge amount to talk about, and have passed my 7 day limit by a day (what a horrible human being!).
I woke up this morning (It was actually morning ^.~ It hadn't hit noon yet) and after a bit of procrastinating and reading of articles I decided to actually pretend that I'm an adult and go upstairs like a day-dweller. The first thing I did was look out the front window to see if my family was home (their SUV tends to go with them places). After seeing that their car wasn't in the driveway I felt a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders and a feeling of relief... that was until it occurred to me that it only takes one of them to drive it. So my mom usually follows my dad around anywhere he goes, so I wasn't too worried. Still the fact that I feel a sense of dread at having to spend time with my mother is sort of a bad sign when Travis and I have no choice but to live with my family until the house he's signing paperwork to take off of the market is actually ours.
So while I started coffee, I started thinking. I've seen some horrible things about having roommates. People not getting along, hatred flying back and fourth, fire and brimstone, friendships crumble to dust. So for the first time in this whole process, I worried about having a wonderful (and disturbingly reasonable) friend of mine as a super long term roommate. So instead of having a panic attack and watching the world crumble around me, I started thinking about WHY I worried about it, and WHO I heard the horror stories from.
Well the WHY is obvious, I have some serious commitment issues. I'll commit to anything really, but when it comes to financial and "official" commitment I shit myself (not literally, I need to eat first for that). I was terrified of getting married, the thought killed me and the concept wasn't easy for me to grasp. I don't think of marriage as much more than a piece of paper, and all but the paper I was fine with. So why was I so afraid of a paper? Because it had a stamp on it >.>... Bah! So this extra fancy stampy paper has money attached and involves someone who I care about as a human being (That's you Holly >.>...) I think I'll survive that part. Now comes the WHO part.
Upon closer inspection, the people who complain about the roommates they've had, usually complain about the sort of people they meet at work, and whoever they happen to be sleeping with at any given point. The friendships I've seen break from it, were usually based on mutual lack of honest communication and their shared immature outlooks on just about everything. A relationship founded purely on cattiness doesn't fare well when the only people you have to be catty at are each other.
Our relationship is based entirely on sex and booze. Those bonds will stand the test of time!
(^I thought it was funny)
~Naomi Marie
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