I think we’ve come to the point in our JVC community life where the honeymoon has worn off. It may not seem like we’ve been living together for very long, but remember that we don’t have many other friends our age that are nearby (within an hour). So it’s the same three people day in and day out and sometimes the only option besides these people is just yourself. And quite frankly, I get a little tired of Maggie Mello. I’ve had an inordinate amount of time to be with myself since I’ve moved here (seriously, check out the book list).
What sucks about getting frustrated with people with whom you are living communally is that you realize you are acting irrationally and getting more irritated by a situation than is appropriate. You know all this. In your head. But you’re still really pissed off. Your chest still feels tight and while your brain is yelling at you to think like a decent human being and keep your mouth shut until you’ve calmed down and not say something rude, mean, spiteful or intended to hurt, your mouth is just sputtering jack assery.
But maybe that’s just me.