Booted

Posting from Arnold's. A pox on thee, Ports Authority filters!

So it seems my roommate and I are going our separate ways. Except that mine involves moving all my stuff out.

I'm not terribly surprised. We've had issues since I started living with him. Whenever something's been amiss, I'll get little letters left for me on the coffee table since I leave for work before he gets up. With one exception (him being miffed over my costuming debris giving him blood poisoning when he stepped on it), it's been about one thing: distance.

Specifically, the over-abundance of it. I tend to be a loner, only asking for help when I absolutely need it and often opting for time alone. It seemed to me that he was like this, too, retreating up to his computer for the remainder of the evening after he had eaten and watched his shows. We didn't talk much, and that was okay with me as long as it didn't bother him.

Looks like it did. He has described me as being unapproachable and behaving as one better than he, neither of which I directly deny. I am reserved and quiet, which I suppose can make me awkward to approach, and I have been told before that I act (quite unintentionally) aloof. This is not, however, a rebuttal to his request that I leave. We don't work out, plain and simple. (Unless we talk and 'work things out', but I'm getting tired of going back and forth with that, too.)

To be completely honest, I can't say I'm comfortable around him, either. Perhaps we have too much water under the bridge for me to walk across it calmly. Maybe I do think myself better than he, for which I shall no doubt feel shame deep and dreadful for some time. At any rate, I think the situation is clear. It was an experiment that ended poorly. Time to move on.

::sigh::

I hate looking around for apartments. I really do. I just want to find a decent place and settle down. I suppose I'll stay in Up Chuck since I don't have a full-time job to resettle for. Should I end up getting a new position that's opened with the Ports Authority, for example, I'd like to live in Mt. Pleasant so I can drive over the bridge to and from work everyday. Not like I can count on businesses for any quick decisions, though.

So, there you have it. It's generally pretty fun down here in Charleston, but this has really dampened my mood. Now I have to look for a (more expensive) place to stay along with my continuing search for better work. Great. Still, God will provide. That keeps me from worrying, but it's hard not to be frustrated. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bash in some drywall with my forehead.

Damn it all.

Twilight out.

(Bebop reference in the rollover!)