Well, my roommate officially went crazy tonight. I was scared of her, and she reminded me of my father when he would go into one of his violent rages.
She got angry with me yet again the other night. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't, so I wrote her a letter. I said that she's always angry, and explained what had happened in the incident that had made her angry. (I knocked while she was in the shower because I needed a tampon before I went to school. She was mad that I disturbed her shower.)
I stayed away all day today, but not quite long enough. I came home and could feel the furious energy as she threw books on the floor, sorting mine from hers. I decided to go out to avoid her, but as I was leaving she went into her tirade:
"So, HOW'S Miss EASY-GOING doing today?!?" (Um... I'm having a good day, I guess.) "THANKS for your NOTE yesterday. It was hilarious! I laughed my ass off the whole way through!" (Ok...I um...I didn't intend it to be funny.) "OH, I KNOW you didn't, but it was! I just can't believe you could be so RETARDED!!" (Yes, I'm sure the note was upsetting.) "OH, it was! Did you ever stop to think WHY I'm angry all the time? Did you ever stop to think that maybe it's YOU and that maybe the only time I'm angry is when I come home?? Did you ever stop to think that when your old roommate was always crying, it was because of YOU? Ever stop to think YOU'RE the problem?" (Yes, I've considered that. I think my old roommate did think I was the problem. I think she's much happier now that I'm gone.)
This was the point when she, for the second time, got up in my face, physically. Very strange behaviour. She had a knife in her hand because she was making a sandwhich. It kind of freaked me out.
She continued:
"I can't WAIT to get away from you!" (Then, I think it was the right decision you made to leave.) "Oh, you BET it was!! I can't stand being near you!" (Ok, well you're going to work in an hour and a half. I'll stay away until then.) "GOOD!"
She was absolutely irrationally angry. I am no longer angry with her at all. I just want her away from me, and I'm hoping she doesn't ruin, steal or break any of my stuff when she's leaving. I think she may be considering moving out tomorrow, since she usually goes to her parent's house on Sundays. That would be the best option because she's going to be incapable of dealing with living with me for the next 13 days until April 1st. She just cannot handle things, so it's best if she moves back home and ...I don't know, speeds up the breakdown. Because I think it's coming... she's just absolutely losing any rationality.
And I've lost my apetite. Apparently, uncertainty and conflict make me not want to touch food.
On another note, I had another date with the guy I met online. We slept side by side and I discovered he's a very nice kisser, and is not pushy for sex. He was very respectful, and it looks like I'm going to have a challenge ahead of me to turn him into a cuddler. I'm extremely affectionate.
I like him though. I'm surprised by how much... He's smarter than me, I think, and quite a bit more witty. It's a bit weird for me (because usually I'm funnier), but it's nice. I feel interested in him. And I like his extensive vocabulary...which is geeky, I know.
