A continuing theme in my life
June 07, 2009 / 3:06 a.m.
God I hate living with roommates. You give people any room at all to be shitty, you leave it up to them, at all, to either do the right thing and be considerate or to not do the right thing and to take a mile when you give an inch... without fail, you will get fucked over.
Consideration is such an easy concept that's lost on people. It goes like this: If i was in that person's position, would it make me upset if they were doing what I'm doing right now to them? Oh, what I'm doing right now WOULD make me upset if the roles were reversed? I WOULD want to pull them aside and tell them to get their ship sailing in the right fucking direction, or else? Gee, maybe I shouldn't do it, then.
That's it. That's the sum-total of how to make a roommate-situation work 99.9 percent of the time. Everybody has different wants and needs, but I think, for the most part, they can roughly be boiled down to what common consideration human beings, in general, need.
People just take take take, and take.
I feel like an old fuck. And old fuck that's been getting taken advantage of and used by the various people I've been living with for the last two years.
What's the point of decency besides basically painting a target on yourself... 'Will take endless shit and not call you on your fucking bullshit.'?