People are not Supposed to Live With Other People
Sunlight is a beautiful thing. It promotes clarity and intensifies positive emotions. Especially when filtering through windows, rays of natural brightness can make a dull area seem exciting. The whiteness of sunlight inspires energy within me, and makes me very happy... So I come home from my chemistry class where I just took a quiz; I'm a little bit upset because I know I missed one of the eight questions. This means my grade will be an 87.5 percent, and I want an A because I stayed up til four-thirty in the morning last night in order to do good on this worthless evaluation. I walk in my room to find that my blinds have been shut and the fake, fluorescent, fictitious, hateful, stupid overhead lights have replaced my sunlight. Does she not understand the value of the entity that is the lovely ball of fire we call the sun, and what it does to my perception of emotion? NO! SHE DOESN'T. She (my roommate) enjoys murky, dark grey deserted corners where she can bundle away from true humans and observe the fake ones in their perfection. Maybe I'm a spoiled brat who wants it my own way; maybe I don't see her side; maybe I'm being insensitive; maybe natural light gives her headaches.
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did anyone see this coming? that barb would hate everyone she lived with? ... was it me?
The blinds are closed every day when I come home to pick up a bottle of water or my plug or something, so I have deduced that she hates the outside light and prefers harsh, cheap fluorescent light. It's not as big of a deal as I am dramatizing, but it is a little detail about my life that I do not particularly like. and yes I believe that I will hate everyone I live with. You were right brother.
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