Quality Time

Can I tell you a little secret?
Sometimes I Really don't like my roommates (read: Scary Roommate). Like, ooooooh, I just shiver with anger and my vision gets all blurry because, ooooooh, I just can't Stand her!
Tonight was one of those evenings.
Now, the question is, why do I hate her so much? Why???? She is nothing but nice to me. I mean, yes, she is a bit manipulative, but that's nothing new. Mostly, I'm just struck by her neediness, her desperation for relationships, her dire need for A Man. And, normally, or at least under some circumstances, I think I would have compassion for such desperation. In fact, as I write this, I do feel rather sorry for her. But, oh!, in the moment, forget it! I wonder what it is about her, and what it is about me, that makes her so infuriating to me. Perhaps because in her I see a part of myself I don't like? I don't know.
Anyway, this evening she had me firmly trapped. She caught me off guard the other day and made me promise to hang out with her tonight, and at the time I could not think of an excuse. (Aren't I horrible?) So, we hung out accordingly, making dinner and eventually watching a movie, but not without her first wringing information from me about the Fancy-Schmancy Nutritionist (more on that later) than I ever wanted to tell anybody.
And then we saw the movie. Oh y'all, what a movie! The Notebook is about chick-flickiest chick-flick I've ever seen. Ohmyheavens, everything a girl could want. And so about me, as well. Somethings about it so apply to my life, and make me ask myself a lot of questions. Which I would post, only too many people read this blog. ;-) So, instead, I'll just contemplate them on my own, and hope I can come with an excuse faster next time she asks.