Dissident
Posted on | February 16, 2003 |
I have upset the delicate balance of personalities in my household. Yes, that’s right. I apparently have recently forgotten my position as the one-who-lets-things-go-and-generally-tries-to-maintain- cheeriness-and-non-bitterness. It seems that now that I have figured out how to be assertive and stick up for myself, my roomies are upset with me. Well, scratch that. Roomies X and Y might be worried about the rocking of the ship. (Note: they may read this, but I don’t really care right now. Although I might later). I take a lot of crap from my housemates. Don’t get me wrong, I dish out quite a bit as well. Lately, I’ve had the distinct, nagging feeling that there are discussions about me going on behind my back. Y’all know what I’m talking about. I can sense it, and it’s a little unsettling. I have been asserting myself in small ways for a little while now. However, it all came to a head on Friday. Housemate X and I had planned to go workout at 6 am (our usual time). I struggled out of bed and wandered downstairs to make sure X was up and about. She was not. She then told me she was not planning to get up and go. So there I am, fully dressed, shoes and droopy, tired eyes in tow, she’s telling me she’s not going. Well, screw that. I don’t HAVE to go to workout at 6 am on Fridays since I am free to go in the afternoon. I got up to go workout at freakin’ 6 because X had to work later and this was the only time to go.
Obviously, this wasn’t going to fly. I told her so. She gets upset and turns it on me with “Ok Swan. I’ll freakin’ get up.” etc, etc, something about guilt tripping and all in an almost sleepy yell. I said something about not turning it on me though it is a little hazy in retrospect. Anyhoo, later that night I said something to other roomies about X probably telling them a little story about the morning. They of course respond that, yes, they had gotten an earfull about it. I tried to tell them my side, but they didn’t want to hear anymore of the story. So obviously X is recanting tales and my side is lost in the ballyhoo. Even now, a couple days later, X seems a little distant like she is still upset. I say screw that. I did nothing wrong. Oh, perhaps, I should mind my position in the hierarchy. Whatever.