What’s with life and it’s constant challenges? One thing switches out for another thing, a whole different kind of thing all together, which makes you question the moves you made, or whether you should have made any moves at all.
now, i’m not a doctor so I can’t diagnose anyone, but my new roommate is definitely bat shit crazy, to the point where I sort of wonder who is letting this guy live on his own, it seems negligent. Maybe it’s just he came at me so extra before I got my required morning coffee in, you can ask anyone who knows me: that’s a no, no. I don’t even look at my phone until i’ve had my coffee. he just says all this weird shit, asking me about my nationality, telling me to go make photo copies of this picture of Shiva he has, asking me for all all of the groceries I just bought, and switching to a different language without warning. Meanwhile, there's a literal cloud of gnats gathering above all of the dirty dishes and pots and pans sitting out.
I have to think of what a terrible mess of a roommate I was to this Japanese monk I lived with in Berkeley, CA, and what my deranged filth did to his zen…I feel like it’s coming around to me. I believe in karma.
I peaked into his room when the door was open, there was all kinds of writing on the wall that reminded me of Brad Pitt’s character in the film “12 monkeys”, there’s trash and decomposing food waste all over the place, I didn’t even want to look too hard.
I don’t care about this dude’s room, he can do whatever he wants and keep it however he chooses, that’s on him. but I have to use the kitchen, there needs to be some order to it. it seems like he was in the apartment on his own for a period before I got here, and he let it get pretty bad.
i’ll tell you what i’m going to do, and i’m going to try to be kind and compassionate about it: i’m going to heavily clean the kitchen to get us off to a decent baseline, but I’m gonna say that i’m not here to always clean up after him. that’s not how this is going to be, this man needs to wash his dishes after he uses them, and then there will never be a situation like this again. I also called my housing agency, not to snitch or complain but to say “hey, is this guy safe to be at this level of care?”. he literally talks to himself like one of those uniquely NYC midtown Manhattan crazies you try to avoid engaging with.
don’t worry, i’m still glad I moved out of where I was, and i’m still trying to be as optimistic as I can about everything. plus, I might end the day or start the week with a nice, cheap, used macbook pro, i’m just trying to lock one down. my friend agreed to help me pay for it because he knows how much it’ll improve all of my creative output.
ok, time to clean, time for my “guilty pleasures for house cleaning” Spotify playlist.
hey, you! you can help this whole thing get better by contributing to a new, more capable computer for all of my creative needs. it’s a very realistic goal of only 80 bucks, I think we can swing it, and I will be very grateful:
https://ko-fi.com/evr0ck17/goal?g=12
here’s my cleaning playlist, no shame in my game:
