Hopefully this is the last one for a little while.
This week has been insane with the roommate. You can read part one of this drama here, and then part two here. Part two was written right before leaving for church yesterday morning as it happened Saturday night and into Sunday morning.
So I get home from church yesterday around 12:30, like I normally do and the first thing I do is head to my room to get outta my awesome heels which hurt my feet but make me feel amazing because I love them and can bounce while I walk and I feel like Tyra Banks.
Anyway, so my awesome heels come off and I turn around to put them onto the shoe rack that I have in my room and there is a piece of paper on the floor. So I pick it up and it is FULL, front and back! And it’s kind of messy writing and I’m trying to read it and it’s this huge long thing that my roommate wrote while I was out on my date with Jesus – which I really needed today y’all. Like I was angry and upset and I wasn’t really listening but what I heard I really needed to hear. Some life changes gonna be happening.
Back to this paper, so to boil it all down, his main concern is sleep. And that he’s being sleep deprived and like in the other two posts about this, you know he refuses to get ear plugs or whatever. But I understand the sleep deprivation thing. I get it. And sure, lately I’ve been going to bed early (like 9pm like the little old granny that I am becoming) and waking up at 2 or 3 to go to the bathroom but like I’ve been QUIET. Once he brought up the noise from the door, I’ve been trying super hard to avoid the noise.
So basically he just wants to get it so that he is sleeping from 11-6 without any interuptions which is honestly impossible because we live under the loudest toddler of life who just gets to cry for an hour in the middle of the night but whatever. I can usually sleep through it and if I can’t, I throw in my ear plugs and roll over and go back to sleep. It’s not that big of a deal.
But this paper is all about sleeping from 11 pm -6 am. And I’m sorry but even when I wasn’t exhausted from working with 50 little adorable monsters, I’d still be in bed by like 10/10:30. That’s just normal for me. Getting up in the middle of the night every night is definitely NOT normal for me and I’m seriously hating on it.
So I took this paper out to the kitchen and I was like “what are some of these words?” and he was all agitated and bouncing around the kitchen saying I was interrupting his breakfast and he just stood over me while I read it. By this time, I was calm. Like I was still upset with him but I was calmer than at 7 am. I tried to keep my voice at a quiet level and speak with purpose and in a calm way. I know that when someone is angry with me, I don’t hear what they are saying at all. I just react with emotions. So I tried to keep that in mind while dealing with him.
So once I got to a point where I had read the whole thing, and understood what he was talking about, I calmly asked a few questions and was actually able to get out what I was trying to say earlier that morning, which is just that if the kitchen door is closed then let it be closed for like an hour and then you can open it. It’s not a big deal. I don’t hear him doing his stuff after I go to sleep anyway, at least I haven’t been hearing it so it’s all good. And that I’ve been trying really hard to make sure I don’t do anything that will wake him up.
But his sleep is still being interrupted when I get up. Like he said even when I don’t close the door all the way, I’m still waking him up (he thinks maybe the flushing or the taps or whatever), or it’s the upstairs people. And like I hate waking up in the middle of the night too, so I’ve been trying to correct my sleeping just for my own sake, not even for his.
We spent like over half an hour, probably closer to forty-five minutes talking. Only the first half was about our stuff. Other than the sleep issue though, like we’re good. It’s working other than that and him being a jerk over text. Which he admitted today he sucks at texting and if he’s brash in person (he is) then he’s ten times worse over text (he is).
But the thing that got me is how adamant he is about being “neighbours” like he has no interest what so ever in having even the simplest of connection between the people he lives with. He’s totally happy if all we say is “hi” when we see each other. He keeps comparing it to the relationship he has with the people in the house next door or the ones across the street. That even though we occupy the same apartment, we are the same as the people across the street. He just said that he’s already normally not a social person and about a week or two ago he was actually crying as he passed by me in the kitchen and said he had a “life altering family tragedy” which is making him less interactive. Guess I’m just getting the brunt of that because we “are neighbours” lol
So I still think he’s insane and that there’s got to be something there that’s the cause of all of this, but at least I no longer feel like I have to stay in my room or risk running into him out in the kitchen or hallway.
Hope all that made sense!
Bottom line: we talked it out, I still think he’s insane, can’t wait until my lease is over because I can’t afford to move just yet anyway….