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Sunday, October 02, 2005

An Ode to Interpersonal relationship
My roommate has left out on our coffee table (highly unappreciated by the way) a credit application for him and his soon to be new rommate Calvin. Since they are going behind my back, speaking about me as though I were a mythical being to be reviled at all costs, I shall do the same to them, although hopefully a little less cynical....and a little less unexpected, being that I already have explained my thoughts on the situation tto Dom.

Dom has repeatedly assailed me with violent words over the past few weeks, though conveniently not sending those words directly to me. Instead a buffer is between us, in the form of a girlfriend, whom cannot handle the responsibility of being this afformentioned buffer.....nor should she be asked to.

Point being, as I have stated before, despite the increasingly various ways of contacting one another in this highly technological and in demand world we live in presently; we can't seem to find any reasonable way of interacting with each other. Now, instead of reasoning with a person, or confronting them personally, we find some way to bitch or complain about the situation to another person. We have, in a sense, reverted back to middle school in one foul swoop. Instead of talking with a person (I.E. - giving them an idea of what we are concerned about), we give them the cold shoulder emotionally and conversationally....we find ways to do this by talking through another person, or thanks to our new found technological prowess, we effortlessly pick up our cell-phones and dial the nearest help line, via our not so close friends. Confrontation has been thrown by the wayside like a fad overly due for retirement. Perhaps even worse, we pretend like the problem never existed. Rather than say "Hey, I heard we have some issues to resolved", all that is spewed, and I say spew without caution, we say "Hey, what's up?"

I realize that living in the times that we do means being up front and constantly in contact, without being either at all, but I dream that one day, 21 year olds will actually have a degree, imaginary of course, in conversation and problem solving. See, as it is right now, my roommate will be having nothing to do with me for the last 1 month we'll be living with each other. Ohh, and be sure, by his standards, it will be exactly that, "living with each other". One can dream, however, that instead of reverting back to the days of seeking out drama like it was the sustenance of life, that he will be up front, and have the actual backbone to speak with a guy (namely me) that appreciates what he's done very much. Perhaps it's just that he hasn't been taught how to actually speak his feelings, but he sure isn't doing it now. Instead of owning up for what he has uttered, he chooses to acknowledge no wrong-doing or failure to communicate.

If his response comes in the form of a letter, or no response whatsoever, be sure he will learn his lesson, though I hope he already has.
post by The Mix at 2:08 AM 1 A flats

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