Holy shit, that guy’s house burnt down.
I cannot even believe that happened yesterday.
Nothing about yesterday seems believable, except the sunburn I got from gawking in the sun for three or four hours, and the garlic knots I ate for dinner.
I talked to my room mate who seems to be so unbelievably opposite to Sam and I that I can’t believe they’re friends at all. Living together is like a death sentence to unsure friendships. I know someone would tell us we need to be more open minded, but my answer to them is I’m allowed to have opinions about what should and should not happen in my house. And if I’m trying to mesh what I believe with someone who believes almost none of the same things I believe, even just about how to do anything at all during the day, not faith or life philosophy, just about what constitutes “using the kitchen,” how the fuck do we expect ourselves to inhabit the same space with any sort of smoothness..
I spent the day sort of trying to smooth everything over, because Sam got really fucking mad at Mike and yelled at him the other day. But then Mike took me answering those questions as sort of license to hate on Sam’s habits a little. To which I replied I didn’t give a shit how much sense Sam’s habits made to me (and I couldn’t care less how mike felt about them honestly), that he had the right to have them and if they made him happy, or if he enjoys them in some way that’s not obvious or seemingly reasonable, that I just couldn’t be bothered to ask him why he didn’t pursue an easier path. For instance Sam collects all the grass clippings from the yard in a stupid little bag as he mows which he has to constantly empty. Mike thinks this is stupid and asks me why he does this. I say, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I wouldn’t bother at all with the grass clippings, but if Sam enjoys collecting them, probably living out some adult fantasy about a beautiful yard, then why should I care, or even ask why he does it that way. He’s a smart man, he knows he doesn’t have to collect yard clippings. He’s enjoying it in some way. Stop hating.
It was just that Mike didn’t seem to be able to wrap his head about the idea that I don’t care, that Sam is going to do this thing, even though Mike thinks there’s an easier solution. Mike could not give weight to the joy/want/reality, that someone’s doing this in a way that doesn’t make sense to him, and that doesn’t necessarily make him stupid. That bothers me. Just because someone does something that is different than how you would do it, doesn’t make it wrong. As long as we can all say “Hey man, to each his own,” and be okay with that, what’s the harm?
Then he lays into me about religion, asking me what my beliefs are, and THEN after sharing them, starts telling me which of my views are “CORRECT.” I am literally dumbfounded that this person lives in my house. If you believe in religion in such a literal way, as to believe those stories word for word about all those impossible things, but refuse to acknowledge that anyone else may have a similarly implausible correct account of the spiritual world, I just feel I cannot relate to you. To be so closed and uninterested in someone else’s interpretation of life is just so fucking boring. I want to know what your humanity has lead you to believe, and I won’t be judged for what mine has lead me to believe.
Or, you can judge me all you like, it just doesn’t affect me in any way, it only affects my opinion of you..
I feel like Mike lied to us about how having his son around was going to be. I feel like Mike is now basically saying “Those things I said don’t make sense, you can’t expect a child to behave that way.” and somehow… That makes it all null. He can’t be held accountable for what he promised because it was unrealistic in the first place, and we shouldn’t be acting like what he promised is even reasonable or was EVER going to happen.
I’m having trouble with this person to say the least.
And in the middle of the kind of insanity we had yesterday, I’m amazed that any of that shit came up. Like, lets all appreciate being alive, and I need to seriously reassess my love for hats and go be with my loved ones, because it is not everyday somebody’s garage starts getting blown to bits by exploding propane tanks which terrified me and honestly, what the hell even happened yesterday.