Good morning, I wanted to type again because the typing hadn’t typed for a little bit, it was very laborious and I never really liked doing anything that didn’t come easily. That’s probably my most glaring character flaw, if I took an honest appraisal of all of them. That’s not what I came to do, however.
I don’t know what I came to do, I figured i’d just start typing. I like the practice of harnessing my first cup of coffee’s umph into something, like I had been doing for the good part of the last year, and fell out of when I moved over here to S. Richmond Hill.
You might remember the crazy roommate situation back in Hollis that I had to deal with:
I never mentioned that there was another roommate there because he was never home, literally never. I pretty much had the run of the place to myself as a result of his constant absence. When it came time to move here, It was actually Angel (the absent one) who came with me, which I didn’t mind because I figured he’d again never be here. I did not figure correctly.
I don’t want to be a jerk, and constantly complain about the same things over and over. In terms of the roommates I've had in supportive housing (see: terrible), Angel is pretty good. I don’t think he’s going to stab me like Antonio did in 2022, or turn the house into a compost bin like Robin did just a few months ago. He is, however, mentally challenged in ways that make his life more difficult than maybe someone without these challenges would find it. He’s just a bit slow, he needs help to take care of some things, like grocery shopping.
He is always asking me for the things I get at the grocery store, and sometimes I give them to him, but it got to a point where I had to say something like “listen, man. You get more money than I do from disability (which I don’t get yet). I cant afford to feed you all of the time. You have to learn to take care of this stuff.”
I think that’s totally fair, because it’s totally true. If you read this blog, you know that I live on a budget so modest that there are times of the month when i’m unsure how I’m going to keep my belly full. I don’t know how I’m going to proceed if this kid can’t figure out a way to get his own food. At least I know he wouldn’t take anything without my permission, that I've established. He is a decent fellow, not anywhere near as troubling as any crazy roommate I've had, and i’m thankful for that.
I do my best to stay positive. I am going to stay positive, and to do this I think of the ways that one of my dearest friends Heady Mike would look at a situation. Heady Mike is deep in spirituality and the 12 step recovery community, and always has a better way of looking at things than I do.
This is the appraisal I have arrived at: I am selfish, and impatient. So, this universe saw fit to put a situation in my path where I both need to be more patient, and I can be of service to someone else who doesn’t have it as easily as I do. For all of the times I have written about angels being placed in my path in moments where I literally should not have survived, My roommate’s name is none other than Angel. The universe has a sense of humor, because why wouldn’t it?
Everything is connected to everything else, in some way.
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