I blew up at one of my roommates yesterday
So, yesterday, I had been cleaning all day for Colinfest and then afterwards for our Beach Party. Steve had been working the entire day. He came home, sat down and ate food and watched TV while we were all cleaning. Fine, he hadn't eaten all day. I asked him if one of his fancy glasses can be put into the dishwasher, he says leave it he will do it later.
I continue cleaning, as well as the rest of my housemates do. Colin is mixing drinks. Pug isn't around. And the living room is now all but clean, but we have move so much furniture out of the way now our Router is exposed to any elements (beer, ugh). Frey helps me move a desk on top of it. Then, Steve comes in and suggests that we just move the router. We can't, it is connected to a lot of wries, all over. He suggests again. I say we can't. He suggets again. We can't. He suggests again.
Well, at this point, I did what any sane five foot three person would do against a man who is twice his size. I yelled.
Not only did I yell, but I screamed, and it felt good. I lost it. It became less about the Router and more about how he uses the rest of us like his support. He uses dishes and glasses and cutting boards and knives and never cleans them. He is very self-oriented, and that is just how he is. But, man, I lost it. After I finished my first tirade, he began to speak, but man, I just made a loud noise that totally shut him out.
"This is the most uncivil I have ever seen you." Me: "Yes, beacause of all the pent up rage!" And I cannot remember what I said after that. But I do remember that he grabbed his glasses, i thought, and just retreated upstairs.
I cannot stand people who I have to their support for, their frameworks. It happened with Damien back at my first summer as a counselor, and I couldn't take it. I was doing all the background work for him. I think it took me too long here to say anything to Steve about it, and I just blew up. I was tired of having his dirty dishes always around, and him being so much about him all the time.
But now, I feel bad, I do. I am not sorry, I was in the right, but I feel sorry that I "owned" him. I wish I could have brought it up in a more sane fashion, but I guess I am too much like my father in some ways [which I have absolutely no objetions to being compared to such a great man].
I now know how much it completely sucks to have this guy who eats food all the time and uses your dishes to just leave them around, or maybe put them in the sink. Just put them in the damn dishwasher, how hard is that? Keep the place clean, for god sakes. Thank you, Krusty.
We haven't spoken a word to each other since, or even acknowledged each other's existence I am scared, a little, and upset that I did that, but, man, for me it had to be done. Put me on Survivor man, I would be good TV.