as you know, i live with an 80 year, jewish, divorced woman. it's not fun.
it's been a rough semester living with her. the most recent incident felt like the final straw.
i locked my door over thanksgiving break just for safety. not a big deal right? wrong. i came back she mentioned that she was upset over this.
my locking the door translated that i don't trust her.
when i said it was my room...she shot back that it's her house.
she said i act territorial in her house. locking my room, taking over the kitchen.
what she means by "taking over the kitchen" is that i choose to use my own pots/pans/dishes/cups. she says that when i don't want to use her kitchen stuff, i'm implying that her stuff is dirty and not good enough for me. if i have my own things, why can't i use them?
we've had talks about this already but she won't let it go. i can't believe this is even an argument topic.
when i asked her how she knew my door was locked, she said she could tell just by looking at my door.
but there's no difference if you see my door locked or shut.
guess how she knew i locked it?
i don't want to live here anymore. i've had enough. i live in paranoia...fearing that i might be doing something wrong almost every day.
she says she wants to be a team. but there's only one team in the house. HER'S
she's on antidepressants and plus she's really old. i never know what to expect. sometimes she'll snap at me for nothing. sometimes she'll talk forever. sometimes she'll use my bathroom and it's not pretty.
i want to move out but i don't want to live with people i don't know. but at the same time living here is isolating. i've been looking for a new place to live but it's not looking good so far. i don't know.
i think grad school is actually a spore for depression and lonliness. everyone has their own agenda. everyone needs to study.
i'm thankful nonetheless that i have a place to warm and spacious place to live.
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