Also, the past few weeks have taught something else to me: it is apparently possible to get me to be a total jerk -- not in the general puppy-kicking sense, but a lack-of-patience kind of thing, and only with one person. I feel terrible about it, but I can't seem to help it. After reflection on the subject, I think it has to do with social modeling and expectations, the roles we learn to play. The role I'm acting in this apartment, which I think is more like 'sibling' if anything, is being fustrated by the roles I think the other is acting on. There's no point in blaming him for it: it's just what he knows from growing up, but it fustrates the hell out of me. What I'm trying to say here is that I feel like I'm being passive-aggressively thrust into a kind of social configuration in which I feel like I'm being squeezed, and it's slowly infuriating me. I can only hope that the other party learns that I tend towards personal independence, and not to mistake this as disdain for him or anything in particular.
Lastly, Color and Design is chewin' up all my time. I wanted to whine about that, too, but it's a self-contained whine, and doesn't it doesn't make for a terribly substantive paragraph. :Huge cinematic orchestral swell followed by doves and cheers that make this post have a passibly satisfying conclusion:
