My NIGHTMARE roommate will be completely out of my apartment by tomorrow night. The suspense of waiting to see if she attempts to destroy or vandalize any more of my property on her way out is killing me. I have this sick feeling in my stomach. There's nothing worse than a spiteful person who needs to vent their frustration and anger by destroying the possessions of whoever it is that they're angry at. It is such an irrational and immature act to destroy the possessions of another. First of all, it doesn't benefit anyone. Second of all, it is a great way to prompt someone to destroy YOUR property in retaliation. Lastly, it makes you look foolish and jealous. As if you are destroying that property because secretly you can't stand that someone else has something you don't have. With her it is just a bitterness that she can't express and she can't come to terms with so her only way of attempting to let me know how much she hates me is to leave traces of her anger so that I will see it and somehow feel the impact. It infuriates me though because she has access to the house when I am at work and uses that time to steal things out of spite and to defile my property.
I can't find the words to describe the feelings I have for her at this point. It's an ugly sickening feeling that cannot be articulated without actually being a witness to her behavior.
The prospect of her permanent absence from my life is like a beautiful bright light and a whiff of perfumed air at the end of a long, dark, putrid tunnel.
Who are these people? Where do they come from? Have they no soul? No conscience? Or worse yet, no brains?
I honestly don't think she does. Have you ever met someone who just really has no personality to speak of with the exception of their neurotic behavior? Someone who has no hobbies, no interests and nothing that makes them stand out or seem unique except for the fact that they are nuts? Well, that describes my roommate Laura. She has nothing to be particularly proud of in her life. Therefore she is jealous of others and blames those around her for her own misfortune or lack of those things which she might desire. She also wallows in self pity and looks for reasons that others should feel sorry for her. Ew. That grosses me out so bad.
I will stop dwelling now. Thinking about her causes me anxiety. The relief that I will feel when she is out of my life is something I cannot wait to relish.
Posted by Maria at January 30, 2003 06:27 PM | TrackBack