To My Room-mate [An ooc Writing by Seren]
Feb 7, 2013 2:18:42 GMT
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Post by Seren♫ on Feb 7, 2013 2:18:42 GMT
To My Room-mate, whom I know doesn't like me,
For some reason or another we haven't exactly bonded these past few weeks. We co-exist peacefully. You clean up your mess, wash your own dishes, buy your own food, and do your own laundry. Besides the occasional slamming of the door that instantly alerts me of your presence, we have no conflicts. We occasionally cross paths here and there. On our way to or from class, or returning from some other activity or adventure that college life brings. We greet one another with polite gestures; a nod of the head, a soft-spoken "hi", or some other non-personal aknowledgement of each others' existance, and then on our separate ways again.
Maybe it's the fact that I don't ever see you. You come in at all hours of the night, unknowingly to me at how high or drunk you are, for I am asleep. You see, I am not a night owl. Quite The opposite in fact. You would know this, but you're too busy getting wasted. Then again, why would you care? I sleep at night, like a normal person. Your vampiric habits frighten me. Don't you ever sleep? I don't understand why you live on campus if your only here for classes. Why rent a room you never use?
Or maybe my innocent comments are just too much for you. Your activities consist of drinking and smoking. Your creativity in this amuses me sometimes. While my habits are certainly more healthy and are considered more wholesome fun.
Perhaps you are just the selfish child you appear to be. I don't act like you, talk like you, or dress like you. We are from different planets, and maybe even solar systems.
When people ask about you, I try and be nice. I mean, it hasn't been long, school has just begun, we're still getting to know each other, right? Lately I've been spitting half truths and giving ambiguous answers to their various questions. Somehow telling them that I just don't know you is weird. How can you live with someone and just not know them? Yet here we are. Two strangers, living together, breathing the same air, and somehow I don't see how that will ever change. Not with how it stands now. But change it must.
To be honest, this isn't working for me, and I hope you'll agree.
We're both to blame for this little charade of course. I'm shy. I hide behind my stack of books and if I had glasses, I'd hide behind those too. You juggle school, boyfriend, and work like a pro. Maybe things will change. But at this stage, I don't see how they ever will, and to be honest, that is perfectly fine by me.
Sincerely,
Your Anonymous Room-mate
Note: In no way should this letter ever be taken seriously. It was written in an extremely exaggerated fashion. Characters reflected in this letter should be considered fictional as some personality traits are false, imagined or a combination of multiple people portraying to one character.
For some reason or another we haven't exactly bonded these past few weeks. We co-exist peacefully. You clean up your mess, wash your own dishes, buy your own food, and do your own laundry. Besides the occasional slamming of the door that instantly alerts me of your presence, we have no conflicts. We occasionally cross paths here and there. On our way to or from class, or returning from some other activity or adventure that college life brings. We greet one another with polite gestures; a nod of the head, a soft-spoken "hi", or some other non-personal aknowledgement of each others' existance, and then on our separate ways again.
Maybe it's the fact that I don't ever see you. You come in at all hours of the night, unknowingly to me at how high or drunk you are, for I am asleep. You see, I am not a night owl. Quite The opposite in fact. You would know this, but you're too busy getting wasted. Then again, why would you care? I sleep at night, like a normal person. Your vampiric habits frighten me. Don't you ever sleep? I don't understand why you live on campus if your only here for classes. Why rent a room you never use?
Or maybe my innocent comments are just too much for you. Your activities consist of drinking and smoking. Your creativity in this amuses me sometimes. While my habits are certainly more healthy and are considered more wholesome fun.
Perhaps you are just the selfish child you appear to be. I don't act like you, talk like you, or dress like you. We are from different planets, and maybe even solar systems.
When people ask about you, I try and be nice. I mean, it hasn't been long, school has just begun, we're still getting to know each other, right? Lately I've been spitting half truths and giving ambiguous answers to their various questions. Somehow telling them that I just don't know you is weird. How can you live with someone and just not know them? Yet here we are. Two strangers, living together, breathing the same air, and somehow I don't see how that will ever change. Not with how it stands now. But change it must.
To be honest, this isn't working for me, and I hope you'll agree.
We're both to blame for this little charade of course. I'm shy. I hide behind my stack of books and if I had glasses, I'd hide behind those too. You juggle school, boyfriend, and work like a pro. Maybe things will change. But at this stage, I don't see how they ever will, and to be honest, that is perfectly fine by me.
Sincerely,
Your Anonymous Room-mate
Note: In no way should this letter ever be taken seriously. It was written in an extremely exaggerated fashion. Characters reflected in this letter should be considered fictional as some personality traits are false, imagined or a combination of multiple people portraying to one character.
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