Today is April 20th. And with a shocking revelation, realize how much i have changed since moved out of my parent's place last August.
For example.
Old Anne: Too scared to even get on the back of a motorcycle
Today Anne: I'm signed up for a motorcycle course and it's 24 days away, and I'm bouncing off the walls. I wanna feel that power between my thighs (Get your mind out of the gutter Mark!)
Old Anne: "hey, come out to Chelan for my birthday!" "Sorry, i can't"(because my parent's would say no cause they never leave a 10 mile raidus so why should I)
Today Anne: "HELL YEAH! Gimme directions, what should I wear? What kind of food/alcohol should i bring? Are we going to have a bonfire?" Again, bouncing off the walls
Old Anne: It's 1 oclock in the morning, where am i? In bed asleep....every night. This was also true at 9 oclock every day.
Today Anne: Weekdays: this is probably still true given that i need to be at work at the ass-crack of dawn, but weekends: I could be anywhere...give me a call
Old Anne: Exercise? Why? That's just like torture!!!
Today Anne: Has an exercise partner, and then she goes and exercises on her own most days.
Old Anne: There are other colors besides black and bluejeans? I think not!
Today Anne: Is wearing white, turquoise. There's also pink in her wardrobe. Not to mention a dress in the making which is mostly white, with flowers, and polka-dots (not as ugly as it sounds) for me.
This is truly what i have been missing. Having a life, one that's mine, that i answer to myself for. That i can't blame my unhappiness on my parents. Which clearly is stated by my wardrobe contents...right?
This rocks.
Showing posts with label Moving out. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Adventures in Roommate Searching
A situation that pretty much everyone can relate to from some point in their lives: Finding a roommate.
The only people I believe that are spared from this..."adventure"... are those who are financially able to live on their own right away after leaving their parent's keep (koodos), or those who never leave their parent's keep.
I was careful enough with my money when i was younger in order to fit into the former, and my parents made sure i would never, ever want to live with them for the rest of my life. So as i realized my college era was ending, i found a roommate and moved out. It was a pleasant six months, with an underlying stress that steadily grew until it exploded and I was forced to look for another roommate.
I put up an ad on craigslist and roommates.com and considering my complex is amazing, queries started pouring in. I forced myself to meet with anyone who fit my three main criteria: Female, Non smoker, financially able to afford the place.
So far i have been able to classify them into four categories:
1) The students: these are the ones who are pulling part time jobs and taking classes or are running solely on student loans and somehow have deluded themselves that they can afford to live with me.
These include:
The 19 year old who didn't know what utilities were much less that they were extra over rent,
The one who showed up 3 hours late and expected me to say yes because she was so awesome,
The ones who asked me if i was 420 friendly (i adamantly am not and turned their names over to the police department),
And the one who brought her bum ass boyfriend with her asking if he could essentially live with us (overnight guests are one thing, this was another)
2) The Not Impressed: The ones who walk through the door and you can visibly watch their faces fall, then they sit and half heartedly get to know you for some odd reason. Then they get up and leave and don't have the decency to tell you they're not interested.
These include:
the 28 year old who decided that she would rather live on her own
the snob...there's no other way to describe her manerisms
and the one who told me yes and then the next day told me about a much better apartment she found for 100$ more
3) The Robots: The ones who come and are as stiff as a board acting like they are in a job interview with donald trump, sit precariously on the edge of the couch and deliver pre-memorized, full fledged, complete sentence, answers to something as simple as "what are your hobbies". They are unable to carry a conversation unless it is a question - answer form.
These include:
the 'afraid to sit on anything' girl
the 'terrified 18 year old'
the 'all but silent' one who stared at me waiting for the next question.
and 'one who couldn't STOP selling herself' to me about why this appartment would be perfect for her.
4) The Potentials: These are the ones whom after speaking with them, I wanted them to move in. However in 3 out of 4 instances, they ended up saying no to me for various reasons:
one got a surprise engagement
one's boyfriend put an offer on a house and she figured she would be living with him more than at the apartment
the one whom i can only describe as fung shui, incense burning, mandala fan whom i later found out was a smoker and then said no to
and the most recent who has a very well behaved dog and i get along great with.
I have two more people to meet with tomorrow. I've had a stressful February and I'm done. I fully intend to make a decision by Sunday and be done with it all. I'm ready to know the answer to what will happen as of March 1 and just get it over with.
The only people I believe that are spared from this..."adventure"... are those who are financially able to live on their own right away after leaving their parent's keep (koodos), or those who never leave their parent's keep.
I was careful enough with my money when i was younger in order to fit into the former, and my parents made sure i would never, ever want to live with them for the rest of my life. So as i realized my college era was ending, i found a roommate and moved out. It was a pleasant six months, with an underlying stress that steadily grew until it exploded and I was forced to look for another roommate.
I put up an ad on craigslist and roommates.com and considering my complex is amazing, queries started pouring in. I forced myself to meet with anyone who fit my three main criteria: Female, Non smoker, financially able to afford the place.
So far i have been able to classify them into four categories:
1) The students: these are the ones who are pulling part time jobs and taking classes or are running solely on student loans and somehow have deluded themselves that they can afford to live with me.
These include:
The 19 year old who didn't know what utilities were much less that they were extra over rent,
The one who showed up 3 hours late and expected me to say yes because she was so awesome,
The ones who asked me if i was 420 friendly (i adamantly am not and turned their names over to the police department),
And the one who brought her bum ass boyfriend with her asking if he could essentially live with us (overnight guests are one thing, this was another)
2) The Not Impressed: The ones who walk through the door and you can visibly watch their faces fall, then they sit and half heartedly get to know you for some odd reason. Then they get up and leave and don't have the decency to tell you they're not interested.
These include:
the 28 year old who decided that she would rather live on her own
the snob...there's no other way to describe her manerisms
and the one who told me yes and then the next day told me about a much better apartment she found for 100$ more
3) The Robots: The ones who come and are as stiff as a board acting like they are in a job interview with donald trump, sit precariously on the edge of the couch and deliver pre-memorized, full fledged, complete sentence, answers to something as simple as "what are your hobbies". They are unable to carry a conversation unless it is a question - answer form.
These include:
the 'afraid to sit on anything' girl
the 'terrified 18 year old'
the 'all but silent' one who stared at me waiting for the next question.
and 'one who couldn't STOP selling herself' to me about why this appartment would be perfect for her.
4) The Potentials: These are the ones whom after speaking with them, I wanted them to move in. However in 3 out of 4 instances, they ended up saying no to me for various reasons:
one got a surprise engagement
one's boyfriend put an offer on a house and she figured she would be living with him more than at the apartment
the one whom i can only describe as fung shui, incense burning, mandala fan whom i later found out was a smoker and then said no to
and the most recent who has a very well behaved dog and i get along great with.
I have two more people to meet with tomorrow. I've had a stressful February and I'm done. I fully intend to make a decision by Sunday and be done with it all. I'm ready to know the answer to what will happen as of March 1 and just get it over with.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Plotting against my landlord....
So, my roommate springs on me that she's moving out.
Ok, so i can't really say she sprung it on me; she hasn't had a real job since i moved in with her in August. But the fact of the matter is that she needs to be gone, no more rent or bills after February.
This left me with the very streesful and distasteful task of looking for a new roommate. After talking to so many the last time i looked, it was hard to force myself to even start looking.
But it seems my life has hit enough lows in the last couple of months that it finally decided i deserved a little luck.
On my second day of looking i ran across an ad of someone looking for another roommate to search for an apartment with. I even titled my email as "This may be a long shot".
It seems that we're well suited for eachother. And she pointed out a few things, like for instance that i'm paying 300 more a month than the going lease right now. >:
So now with advice from several sources, we've hatched a plan. Now we're going to see what the landlord thinks tonight. On the plus side of this plan, if it works (based on what they've told me, it will) i'll be saving that 300 a month.
Ok, so i can't really say she sprung it on me; she hasn't had a real job since i moved in with her in August. But the fact of the matter is that she needs to be gone, no more rent or bills after February.
This left me with the very streesful and distasteful task of looking for a new roommate. After talking to so many the last time i looked, it was hard to force myself to even start looking.
But it seems my life has hit enough lows in the last couple of months that it finally decided i deserved a little luck.
On my second day of looking i ran across an ad of someone looking for another roommate to search for an apartment with. I even titled my email as "This may be a long shot".
It seems that we're well suited for eachother. And she pointed out a few things, like for instance that i'm paying 300 more a month than the going lease right now. >:
So now with advice from several sources, we've hatched a plan. Now we're going to see what the landlord thinks tonight. On the plus side of this plan, if it works (based on what they've told me, it will) i'll be saving that 300 a month.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The black cloud has dissapated...and i didn't get hit by lightning after all....
Monday morning, I literally was one broken fingernail away from loosing all sembelance of control. It was like I had a black cloud following me around and it wouldn't go away. It must have seriously been fucking with my brain cause i started thinking things that were horrible thoughts.
On the way home from work i had a moment, i guess you could call it like a premonition, where i was certain i was experianceing a head on collision. I of course was sitting at a red light stuck in "going home" traffic and there was no way for me to go nearly fast enough for my airbag to deploy.
A few blocks later, i imagined that i was biting into something and imagined this searing pain in my gumline as if i had broken several of my teeth down into the root all at once. I shake my head and quickly pull into the nearest parking lot to get control of myself. I mean, these were vividly awful thoughts going through my head. I have no idea what prompted them, but after that they at least left me alone.
When i got home, i quickly darted into my room and got under the covers of my bed as fast as I could and just relaxed. Something about down comfortors just makes me calm down. I stayed there for about 45 minutes and just meditated in my warm little cocoon.
Thinking back over this weekend, i really have to feel proud of myself. My roommate springs on me that she's moving out and i didn't freak out, just started looking for ways to fix it. The tv blew up and i replaced it, my car got hit and i went after the jerk. Once my dad alerted me to my debit card being gone, i took care of it. Every little crisis that came up this weekend, I handled. I didn't go crying to mommy and daddy to kiss it and make it all better. Yeah, i freaked out to my best friend because i was overwhelmed, but i'm human, it happens. But when everything came down the wire, i was able to handle it and do something about it instead of sitting down and wailing about injustice and it's too hard.
Since i've moved out, i don't think my dad's quite come to terms that all of his kids are out on their own now. He's started becomming rather nasty about a lot of things. Telling us we have to deal with it on our own when we come to him for what he used to give sage advice for. Even my sister who was the first one out, has noticed a hostile change in him since I moved out. It was very hard for me to go straight into independence without my dad as a resource anymore even just for advice, or anything.
But this weekend has proven to me that even though i get overwhelmed, i still can buck up and get the job done. It's proving that i can do this on my own if necessary.
On the way home from work i had a moment, i guess you could call it like a premonition, where i was certain i was experianceing a head on collision. I of course was sitting at a red light stuck in "going home" traffic and there was no way for me to go nearly fast enough for my airbag to deploy.
A few blocks later, i imagined that i was biting into something and imagined this searing pain in my gumline as if i had broken several of my teeth down into the root all at once. I shake my head and quickly pull into the nearest parking lot to get control of myself. I mean, these were vividly awful thoughts going through my head. I have no idea what prompted them, but after that they at least left me alone.
When i got home, i quickly darted into my room and got under the covers of my bed as fast as I could and just relaxed. Something about down comfortors just makes me calm down. I stayed there for about 45 minutes and just meditated in my warm little cocoon.
Thinking back over this weekend, i really have to feel proud of myself. My roommate springs on me that she's moving out and i didn't freak out, just started looking for ways to fix it. The tv blew up and i replaced it, my car got hit and i went after the jerk. Once my dad alerted me to my debit card being gone, i took care of it. Every little crisis that came up this weekend, I handled. I didn't go crying to mommy and daddy to kiss it and make it all better. Yeah, i freaked out to my best friend because i was overwhelmed, but i'm human, it happens. But when everything came down the wire, i was able to handle it and do something about it instead of sitting down and wailing about injustice and it's too hard.
Since i've moved out, i don't think my dad's quite come to terms that all of his kids are out on their own now. He's started becomming rather nasty about a lot of things. Telling us we have to deal with it on our own when we come to him for what he used to give sage advice for. Even my sister who was the first one out, has noticed a hostile change in him since I moved out. It was very hard for me to go straight into independence without my dad as a resource anymore even just for advice, or anything.
But this weekend has proven to me that even though i get overwhelmed, i still can buck up and get the job done. It's proving that i can do this on my own if necessary.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Nano Post #4: So not feeling the burn
Yesterday at work i decided that i was going to try and reack 10k words, being a 5th of the way through in 5 days.
I got home last night and so did not feel like writing. My fingers were dissobeying me all day, writing with the worst spelling and grammer i've seen in a long time from them.
Bad fingers.
Then my buddy Kenny called and wanted to hang out. I decided to join him for a movie and to offer my advice on buying his first car insurance.
Yeah, i got just barely 500 words written before i gave up. I just didn't feel it.
I'm still ahead of the NaNoWriMo quota for day 6 (meaning if i didn't want to write tonight either, i don't have to, though i probably will)
Tonight, the Eastside Wrimers are gathering in my hometown for a great collaboration of Nano Minds. I probably will join them for a while depending on how good the brainstorming session goes.
From what i've learned about this group, they identify themselves in the crowded coffee shops with rubber ducks.
Odd i know, but i'm betting it works. There's a toy shop next door to the coffee shop where we're gathering tonight and when i went to check it out, i bought my duck.
It was either one that quacks like donald duck or one that lights up with pretty colors. i chose the light-er-up.
I'll probably arrive at the place an hour early and see if the muse strikes me.
On a side note: I'm really starting to get used to not living at home anymore. My mom went with me when I went to check out the coffee shop. It happens to have a lot of hippie holistic qualities to it. My mom is a devout bible thumping christian and thus was rather uncomfortable with the insense, tarrot, crystals, and mandalas. She walked around with pursed lips the entire time.
My parents had good intentions, i'm sure, but these last three months are full of me doing things i never would have dared do at home. Meeting up with friends late at night on a work night, going to unusual places and being exposed to different ideas.
I swear there is a distinct cut out that surrounds my parents house of places that they never go. It's almost like the rest of the map doesn't fully exist outside of their cut-out. They dont' really explore or meander around.
Dating Joe was one of those things that changed all that. Joe loved to wander around in the car with no real destination. I saw more places in six months of dating him that i had seen in my entire life. I had never been to mt. rainer, or further north than burlington. And heaven forbid we cross the mountains.
Now despite no longer having a boyfriend as a constant companion to go with me, i still feel the urge to explore. To find and see all the things my parents kept me away from.
Quite frankly, i feel distinctly cheated.
I got home last night and so did not feel like writing. My fingers were dissobeying me all day, writing with the worst spelling and grammer i've seen in a long time from them.
Bad fingers.
Then my buddy Kenny called and wanted to hang out. I decided to join him for a movie and to offer my advice on buying his first car insurance.
Yeah, i got just barely 500 words written before i gave up. I just didn't feel it.
I'm still ahead of the NaNoWriMo quota for day 6 (meaning if i didn't want to write tonight either, i don't have to, though i probably will)
Tonight, the Eastside Wrimers are gathering in my hometown for a great collaboration of Nano Minds. I probably will join them for a while depending on how good the brainstorming session goes.
From what i've learned about this group, they identify themselves in the crowded coffee shops with rubber ducks.
Odd i know, but i'm betting it works. There's a toy shop next door to the coffee shop where we're gathering tonight and when i went to check it out, i bought my duck.
It was either one that quacks like donald duck or one that lights up with pretty colors. i chose the light-er-up.
I'll probably arrive at the place an hour early and see if the muse strikes me.
On a side note: I'm really starting to get used to not living at home anymore. My mom went with me when I went to check out the coffee shop. It happens to have a lot of hippie holistic qualities to it. My mom is a devout bible thumping christian and thus was rather uncomfortable with the insense, tarrot, crystals, and mandalas. She walked around with pursed lips the entire time.
My parents had good intentions, i'm sure, but these last three months are full of me doing things i never would have dared do at home. Meeting up with friends late at night on a work night, going to unusual places and being exposed to different ideas.
I swear there is a distinct cut out that surrounds my parents house of places that they never go. It's almost like the rest of the map doesn't fully exist outside of their cut-out. They dont' really explore or meander around.
Dating Joe was one of those things that changed all that. Joe loved to wander around in the car with no real destination. I saw more places in six months of dating him that i had seen in my entire life. I had never been to mt. rainer, or further north than burlington. And heaven forbid we cross the mountains.
Now despite no longer having a boyfriend as a constant companion to go with me, i still feel the urge to explore. To find and see all the things my parents kept me away from.
Quite frankly, i feel distinctly cheated.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
On Moving out, my imaginary tattoo, and my sister
There are a number of things circling around in my head today. The most prominant of them being about moving out.
I've been living with my parents my whole life. Having gone from high school straight into a college about 15 minutes away, getting my own place in this area (where prices are unbeliveable) just didn't make sense. Now that I'm off from school, with my AA in hand....it's time to move out....before my mother and I kill eachother from territorial nonsense.
I found an ad on Craigslist and immediatly liked my potential roommate and her primadona cat named Shadow upon meeting them. This is a big thing because normally I'm not a cat person at all. Bigger still is that normally I'm not very good at getting along with girls right away. I grew up with guys and I'm a tomboy. But this girl and I hit it off right away.
Now the irony is this: She and I took a pottery class from the same teacher. Not too suprising because Lars is the only pottery teacher at our college. What's more is that our mothers used to work together and were friends. I had never met this girl no her mother. So how odd is that.
As usual I'll throw in that "I"M SO EXCITED TO MOVE OUT" bit. but I'm sure most people are getting tired of hearing it so we'll leave it there and I'll go back to picking out things for my appartment to be.
In other news/stream-of-conciousness:
I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long long time. Trouble is, I'm scared of needles and the pain they cause. Also that I've been too indecisive as to what I want a tattoo of that I wisely chose to decline that rebellious urge. However over the last few years, I fell in love with an image and actually stuck to loving it. I've never seen it since but it is firmly lodged in my brain. Eventually when I manage to unlodge it and spit it out through my fingers onto paper/ get it scanned /learn how to put it up on here....I will. However until then a description will have to suffice:
It's a tiger, orange and black, walking down in that predatory stance. Like it's balancing on a narrow branch and it's body is higher than it's head in a beautifully curved line starting with it's tail and ending with the paw that it's advancing on. And it's staring right at you almost as if it's stalking you, the prey. I want a waterfall like image behind it. and the branch it will be walking on will have cherry blossoms on it. (bet most of you who think you know me didn't see that part comming muahahah) And where will this be, you might ask? On my shoulder/back just next to my shoulder blade. Even if i wern't afraid of the pain from the needles, it probably would still be rather small spaning maybe 5 inches across the longest point. I'd let it fade gradually as well, almost as if it trickled down my back.
As it is, I even put off getting shots and giving blood because there's that single prick. So i doubt that this tattoo will become a reality any time in the near future. Besides, knowing me, I would want to watch the tattoo artist like a hawk (or a tiger) to make sure they did it just right. And getting it on the back might make that hard.I feel sorry for whoever might agree to do this for me.
I love the concept of body art when it's done in an artful or meaningful way. Doing it because there's some random trend going around doesn't qualify as art. Perhaps I'll muster up the courage or drop the idea from my brain entirely. Who knows at this point.
Lastly of the things that are on my mind that I'll actually write about in this post is my sister. My sister is seeing a guy and "kind of " really likes him. She went over to his place which is a typical bachelor pad (go figure). My sister is a neat freak and what she deems as "dirty" would normally be just cluttered to normal people. So when he said that she wouldn't want to see the bedroom because she was already critisizing his main living area (gee, i don't blame him). She responds to him with this: "I bet my sister's room (me -_-) is worse." Not only did that upset me, but I was genuinely insulted. So now this guy whenever I might meet him will have a negative "slob" connotation in his mind about me.
To set the record straight. My room is cluttered, no doubt. I live currently in a 9x9 room with a 4 foot closet. And that's where ALL my belongings are. There just plain old isn't enough room to spread out. Like my sister does in her 1 bedroom apartment with storage locker as well. So yes, my room does look messy at first glance. However, clean clothes are on one side of the room, and dirty are in a hamper ready for me to go do laundry. That's the closest it comes to dirty.
So now i don't know how to handle my sister. Obviously she has very little regard for me in this sense as to insult me to someone whom i will probably meet at some point. Were i to tell someone about her that she was a neurotic neat freak with obsessive compulsive tendencies that go way out of control leading her to be cleaning at 3am because the bathroom she just cleaned yesterday is dirty and she can't sleep. Yes it's true, but she would jump down my throat about something like that as being rude.
On the flip side of all of this (you will realize as time goes on that there are two sides of me, Rational and emotional) Do I really care what this random guy thinks about me? No. Does my nerotic sister's opion about my room matter? No. Am I going to change my behavior which has worked for 21 years so far because of this? No. So why does this bother me?....i have no idea... but it does and i need to do something about it.
Anyway that's the tip of the iceberg for now...
I've been living with my parents my whole life. Having gone from high school straight into a college about 15 minutes away, getting my own place in this area (where prices are unbeliveable) just didn't make sense. Now that I'm off from school, with my AA in hand....it's time to move out....before my mother and I kill eachother from territorial nonsense.
I found an ad on Craigslist and immediatly liked my potential roommate and her primadona cat named Shadow upon meeting them. This is a big thing because normally I'm not a cat person at all. Bigger still is that normally I'm not very good at getting along with girls right away. I grew up with guys and I'm a tomboy. But this girl and I hit it off right away.
Now the irony is this: She and I took a pottery class from the same teacher. Not too suprising because Lars is the only pottery teacher at our college. What's more is that our mothers used to work together and were friends. I had never met this girl no her mother. So how odd is that.
As usual I'll throw in that "I"M SO EXCITED TO MOVE OUT" bit. but I'm sure most people are getting tired of hearing it so we'll leave it there and I'll go back to picking out things for my appartment to be.
In other news/stream-of-conciousness:
I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long long time. Trouble is, I'm scared of needles and the pain they cause. Also that I've been too indecisive as to what I want a tattoo of that I wisely chose to decline that rebellious urge. However over the last few years, I fell in love with an image and actually stuck to loving it. I've never seen it since but it is firmly lodged in my brain. Eventually when I manage to unlodge it and spit it out through my fingers onto paper/ get it scanned /learn how to put it up on here....I will. However until then a description will have to suffice:
It's a tiger, orange and black, walking down in that predatory stance. Like it's balancing on a narrow branch and it's body is higher than it's head in a beautifully curved line starting with it's tail and ending with the paw that it's advancing on. And it's staring right at you almost as if it's stalking you, the prey. I want a waterfall like image behind it. and the branch it will be walking on will have cherry blossoms on it. (bet most of you who think you know me didn't see that part comming muahahah) And where will this be, you might ask? On my shoulder/back just next to my shoulder blade. Even if i wern't afraid of the pain from the needles, it probably would still be rather small spaning maybe 5 inches across the longest point. I'd let it fade gradually as well, almost as if it trickled down my back.
As it is, I even put off getting shots and giving blood because there's that single prick. So i doubt that this tattoo will become a reality any time in the near future. Besides, knowing me, I would want to watch the tattoo artist like a hawk (or a tiger) to make sure they did it just right. And getting it on the back might make that hard.I feel sorry for whoever might agree to do this for me.
I love the concept of body art when it's done in an artful or meaningful way. Doing it because there's some random trend going around doesn't qualify as art. Perhaps I'll muster up the courage or drop the idea from my brain entirely. Who knows at this point.
Lastly of the things that are on my mind that I'll actually write about in this post is my sister. My sister is seeing a guy and "kind of " really likes him. She went over to his place which is a typical bachelor pad (go figure). My sister is a neat freak and what she deems as "dirty" would normally be just cluttered to normal people. So when he said that she wouldn't want to see the bedroom because she was already critisizing his main living area (gee, i don't blame him). She responds to him with this: "I bet my sister's room (me -_-) is worse." Not only did that upset me, but I was genuinely insulted. So now this guy whenever I might meet him will have a negative "slob" connotation in his mind about me.
To set the record straight. My room is cluttered, no doubt. I live currently in a 9x9 room with a 4 foot closet. And that's where ALL my belongings are. There just plain old isn't enough room to spread out. Like my sister does in her 1 bedroom apartment with storage locker as well. So yes, my room does look messy at first glance. However, clean clothes are on one side of the room, and dirty are in a hamper ready for me to go do laundry. That's the closest it comes to dirty.
So now i don't know how to handle my sister. Obviously she has very little regard for me in this sense as to insult me to someone whom i will probably meet at some point. Were i to tell someone about her that she was a neurotic neat freak with obsessive compulsive tendencies that go way out of control leading her to be cleaning at 3am because the bathroom she just cleaned yesterday is dirty and she can't sleep. Yes it's true, but she would jump down my throat about something like that as being rude.
On the flip side of all of this (you will realize as time goes on that there are two sides of me, Rational and emotional) Do I really care what this random guy thinks about me? No. Does my nerotic sister's opion about my room matter? No. Am I going to change my behavior which has worked for 21 years so far because of this? No. So why does this bother me?....i have no idea... but it does and i need to do something about it.
Anyway that's the tip of the iceberg for now...
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