Messy Much?

Messy Much?

Hey. So I sat here today, trying to think about what it has been that has been getting me so mad. Now, I’ll tell you, but first you must bring yourself to a state of peace… calm… are you there yet? You must be thoughtful and objective and considerate. You need to be able to hear these things, because they affect me very much and because of that, in the past few days they’ve been affecting you too. So are you cool? Okay…
When we first moved in together, we both had to learn and adjust to each others habits and personalities. You see now that living together isn’t just about hanging out… even if that’s all that we do. There’s a few basic things that we need to do in order to be able to use all of the things in the apartment that we need to use. At first, the little things didn’t bother me, and the reason that they bother me now isn’t because I stopped being okay with them. Even thinking about writing them seems almost too trivial to even bother, but it was never what you did or did not do that bothered me. It’s the fact that you couldn’t take being told that what you were doing was wrong. Even in a joking manner. That’s the only way I used to say things, and that was the genuine way that I felt when I told you stuff, because all of the things that I was telling you were such insignificant nothings that it never even bothered me. But telling you bothered you. Thinking about it now I suppose you new you were doing wrong and that’s why you were so mad at me, because you didn’t have a good defense… or rather less defense than you would have liked. But cutting that part out – not telling you immediately when I noticed what you did – had its own effect on me. Instead of saying to you “Hah, you didn’t put the soda back in the fridge!” I would look at it try and hold it in and a bubbling would start in my soul… a quiet anger… and it has been building slowly. I’d say that right now you get about two complaints a day… but there’s many inside of me that I don’t say, some...

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