and I suppose the need to elaborate on my situation arises when my 1st response is pretty much an attack on my character. If I'm overreacting to the "you can't run from yourself" crap its because it's been thrown at me by people who have no room to talk in the past. I think I have a very very valid basis to get the hell out of here in such a chaotic manner.
if someone wants to explain to me why a rural town with little room for personal growth or culture is better than Seattle, by all means, fill me in.
if someone wants to tell me why killing 2 birds with one stone and getting away from my 4 depressive roomates would be a bad thing, by all means, fill me in.
Heres my typical day.
Wake up
bathroom routine
come downstairs out of my room. get some water.
everyone else is asleep because all of my roommates play WoW, the MMO addiction keeping them up until around 7am each day until they pass out from thier fantasy dopamine.
I get the entire morning to look around my silent apartment (in which, i'm not even on the lease) and see the remaining soda cans, pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, piles of dishes (that I never use) garbage overflowing (from a can I also don't use) the kitchen is a certifiable health hazard.
meanwhile my actual "room" is the living room, though, my bed is upstairs with the other beds.
I come down and do my normal activity, check email, my little social interactions and such.
I am expected to remain quiet while my roomates sleep until 3pm or so.
I won't go to school here because of reasons i'm not really going to get into right now, lets just say the school isn't exactly on the up and up.
now with the whole "misery loves company" philosophy, my roomates are constantly trying to get me to play WoW or other games with them and I want none of it, I want out of here. MMO's are a psychological addiction (not for everyone, but for the people I live with, it very much is) and its like watching several chain smoking old ladies waddle down the stairs at 3pm and plug in thier money cards into the slot machines, only its a video game instead of a gambling game. 1 of them doesn't even work, completely depressive, will do nothing but bitch about his life for the entire duration of any non-gaming conversation I have to suffer through with him.
this, is the day, sunup to sundown, of the same actions over and over. throw in the small bits where people have to go to thier part time jobs (which they can afford because they have so many people living in this little apartment and all)
now, I could just stay "local" but I know I still wouldn't be happy because my schooling options do not exist in bum fuck northern Idaho, in fact, I've not met one person here in my attempts to go out and make new friends who I can seem to stand. Again, no offense, but I don't fucking belong in some rural town in North Idaho.
sorry for the rant, I tried to keep it brief and vague for a reason.
rule 6 is a defeatist "settle for what you have" approach, and that my friend, that isn't going to make me happy, ever. Besides who is "Cherie Carter-Scott" to tell me how to live? I'll tell you who she is, she's someone who didn't settle for rule number 6 until after she went and got a PhD and did something with her life, thats who.
all that aside, thanks for the "good luck" i'll need it.
Last edited by Shauk; 06-11-2007 at 08:21 AM..
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