So of course at this point I'm looking for someone to sublet my room so I can move back home and commute to class for the rest of the semester, and then transfer to UWRF for the next one. I leave every Thursday from my last class at 4:30, go back home and spend Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night at my boyfriend's house, then get up Monday morning and drive to class. The times (few and far between) when I am in the awful apartment, I barricade myself in my room in an attempt to blockade myself from all the awful negative energy in the place. A few days after, I get a text from a mutual friend of roommate and I, (though definitely more a friend of room mate's) that says, "Just wanted to let you know I'm thinkin about you." I was very confused so I ask to elaborate because I hadn't told her any of the things that had happened, so I didn't think she would be talking about that. She says, "I know you weren't in the wrong, I just know it."
This almost makes me cry out of happiness and frustration at the same time. First, it's nice that people realize that out of room mate and I, I am the LEAST likely to attack. It just won't happen. But second, it's so frustrating that even though everyone (even her friends) know how she is and the kind of values she has, I'm still the one in trouble. All the "right" in the world doesn't mean that everything will end up fair, and I'm still the one who's going through hell right now.
So a couple days later, I have a court appointment to plea my case. My lawyer couldn't make it plus it would have cost my parents like $1000 for him to drive to Menomonie so I just go alone. I say "not guilty," waive my right to a speedy trial, say I DO have legal representation, and request a pre-trial meeting with the DA. All well and good. Later that night, Room mate comes in my room and says "I know this is awkward to talk about but I just wanted to let you know that the court sent me something asking what kind of punishment I thought you should get and I said the least possible."
I didn't even know what to say. If she was expecting a "thank you," she was sadly mistaken.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Taco Bell fiasco
So at this point, I want to have nothing to do with room mate. I want to lock myself in my room and avoid her at all costs. So I get back to hell after class one day and she's standing in the kitchen. What does she say? Something bitchy? In a roundabout way, yes.
Room mate: "Wanna go to Taco Bell?"
Now, I can't even BEGIN to describe how angry this makes me. What this says to me is "I don't realize the consequences of my actions. I truly believe that we can still be friends after I have had you arrested under false pretenses and stole $160 from you. It's all OK because I forgive you."
This also makes me realize that I never want to be rich. And if I do become rich, I will not have children. Ever. Rich children, for the most part, grow up without realizing the consequences of their actions. As in room mate's case, her parents have always been there with their money to bail her out of any sort of trouble she could ever get into. So calling the cops and having someone arrested for something like Battery and Domestic Violence and Disorderly Conduct is just something she does to get back at them. She doesn't really want them punished and she thinks that it will all just go away for them, like it does for her. However, my parents happen to NOT be swamped in so much money that they don't know what to do with it. They don't live on a golf course, they can't afford to bail me out of every problem I get into, and I need ot have a job to pay for the things that I want. My parents are there when I NEED them (like when I call at 2:30 in teh morning and need bail so I can get out of jail) but for the most part, I'm on my own. And this makes me proud. I enjoy being able to support myself and live without someone else's help (for the most part). I feel this is a major accomplishment for someone my age and take pride in my ability to do so. The fact that she doesn't take any of this very seriously makes me very angry.
The next day I was in my room witht he window open and room mate is outside talking to (assuming) her mother on the phone. She is bitching about how I just sit in my room all the time whenever I'm there and I don't talk to her. "I don't care if she comes out in the living room or something." Well, good. Now that it's all cleared up that SHE doesn't care, I can freely move around the apartment. NO. I don't WANT to see her. I WANT to sit in my room and avoid her at all costs. I have no interest in speaking to her or being her friend.
Room mate needs a serious wake up call. I believe that Karma will take care of this someday. I want nothing to do with it, Karma will fix it. Someday, could be thirty years from now and I'll never know of it, but that's ok. Someday, she will realize that she treats people like shit and that's not OK.
Room mate: "Wanna go to Taco Bell?"
Now, I can't even BEGIN to describe how angry this makes me. What this says to me is "I don't realize the consequences of my actions. I truly believe that we can still be friends after I have had you arrested under false pretenses and stole $160 from you. It's all OK because I forgive you."
This also makes me realize that I never want to be rich. And if I do become rich, I will not have children. Ever. Rich children, for the most part, grow up without realizing the consequences of their actions. As in room mate's case, her parents have always been there with their money to bail her out of any sort of trouble she could ever get into. So calling the cops and having someone arrested for something like Battery and Domestic Violence and Disorderly Conduct is just something she does to get back at them. She doesn't really want them punished and she thinks that it will all just go away for them, like it does for her. However, my parents happen to NOT be swamped in so much money that they don't know what to do with it. They don't live on a golf course, they can't afford to bail me out of every problem I get into, and I need ot have a job to pay for the things that I want. My parents are there when I NEED them (like when I call at 2:30 in teh morning and need bail so I can get out of jail) but for the most part, I'm on my own. And this makes me proud. I enjoy being able to support myself and live without someone else's help (for the most part). I feel this is a major accomplishment for someone my age and take pride in my ability to do so. The fact that she doesn't take any of this very seriously makes me very angry.
The next day I was in my room witht he window open and room mate is outside talking to (assuming) her mother on the phone. She is bitching about how I just sit in my room all the time whenever I'm there and I don't talk to her. "I don't care if she comes out in the living room or something." Well, good. Now that it's all cleared up that SHE doesn't care, I can freely move around the apartment. NO. I don't WANT to see her. I WANT to sit in my room and avoid her at all costs. I have no interest in speaking to her or being her friend.
Room mate needs a serious wake up call. I believe that Karma will take care of this someday. I want nothing to do with it, Karma will fix it. Someday, could be thirty years from now and I'll never know of it, but that's ok. Someday, she will realize that she treats people like shit and that's not OK.
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