Let me tell you in the form of a story. I have a friend. He's one helluva guy. He's the first Baylorite that I met, and I've grown with him in the three years that I've been here. He was my first roommate the summer before I started classes, and I believe he'll be my last. This guy was caring, and really interested in convorsations about the struggles of life.
I can't find him anymore.
He started a slow vanishing late sophomore year. Just less interested in some particular friendships and more interested in others. That happens, I was certainly doing the same...but then I went to Russia, and came back to a different guy. So much so, that I have no idea how to relate to him.
He no longer acts in a caring way towards people as often and as genuinely as he used to. All of his time is holed up in one other individual, his very swiftly serious relationship. I met the girl just before I left for Russia. She's really great. I actually like her, but, I haven't really talked to her since then. They are constantly together, and when they're not, he's doing, well, something else.
I would say that I miss him, but I don't really know how to relate to this new person, so much so, that I try just to avoid it and see if it'll change. But it's everywhere, and my biggest problem...
He has an amazing case of plankeye. I've never seen it this strong before. They are messy, and always here. That's fine if they're messy, just clean it up when you're through. I'm hardly the model for cleanliness, but I try to respect particularly the living area because I know other people visit there.
But really, no one does, because they're always there. If the sun is down, you can nearly guarantee their presence in the living room. And it's not just, "Oh hi! We like to sit on the couch with our arms around one another and watch TV." It's always like, "Hi, I've got my shirt off and I'm laying with my face in my girlfriend's crotch." It's blunt, but I see it at least every other day, and I'm getting really tired of it.
Sometimes I see glimmers of him. Like this weekend, he came in on Friday night and asked if I minded if she stayed here that night. Now I don't mind it really. I'd honestly rather she slept in his room though. But that's no problem, it's that for the weekend, I was exiled from really living in my apartment.
I live with three other guys. That means at 2am I can go outside and make a PBJ. It means when I wake up at 12 or so I can go out shirtless to see what the guys are up to, etc. But I can't. Because, at the very least on the weekends, there is a female present in my living room. Funny that we still call it that, cause I don't live there. I feel like if I would like to watch a movie with my lady, I'd have to get permission to use it.
All this I can handle, I really can. It's the plankeye though. Two instances in 24 hours. I'll just give examples. Last night as I'm pouring something: "Don't spill that, cause you did on the night of my birthday (more than a month ago) and it was sticky the next day and I smelled it." This said while a pot filled with moldy rice has been sitting in the sink for a week, then his "cleaning" method was to dump the rice into the non-disposal side of the sink and leave it there to clog the drain, until at that point I said something about it.
Today, with new friends over, we're talking about LaRae's old key to the apartment, he overhears and says regarding my motivation for her posessing a key, "Yeah right! (sarcasitcly)" I responded, "Yeah, cause LaRae lives here." And proceeded just a bit from there.
Why haven't I said something before? Because I don't like conflict, and he's remarkably defensive. He doesn't think that anything at all is wrong, and by Jove if you bring it up, you're all kinds of wrong.
All I'm asking is a little courtesy. Go to her single occupancy dorm room now and then. Respect other people's company. Clean up both of your stuff now and then.
I think that it's happened enough to not make me hypocritical in my desires. If I'm wrong I hope someone who knows the situation will correct me. I just want my friend back.
I wonder where he went...