Hi guys, how is it going?
Any writing? Editing?
Me? Not much, leaving the novel to rest for a few weeks. I am worried I won’t have enough time to edit it with all the reading I have to do for my thesis.
Today I wanted to discuss something that happend during the week.
Problem? A closet.
Yep, you heard it. A closet.
As you might have heard I am actually in Tunisia for my PHD. And currently staying in an apartment with two roommates and two more girls in the neighboring room.
The apartment has one dressing with two closets. Having arrived later than the other girls, my roommates and I discovered that each of our neighbors had taken a closet all to herself.
At first we were quite, well, I was quite my roommates were building up some anger at the subject.
They finally went and asked for the girls to leave them some room. They left one side of one closet to us and the rest all to them.
My roommates were seething with rage now and decided to declare war.
Me? I said nothing.
Why? Because I avoid confrontation.
My roommates have the impression my personality is weak, I don’t really think that.
The main reason I try and avoid making problems with others, as long as its something I see as meaningless, is because I am awfully scary when confronted.
No really, I made one of my best friends cry her heart out once. It took me two weeks to make amends.
The thing is I never hold grudges, not against anyone, but when in the moment of boiling I will make sure to hurt and hurt badly.
I would say the most painful things that come to my mind without editing and I hate to do that.
No one deserves to have their feelings hurt so much and I have no desire to give people a bad memory of me.
But does that make me a people pleasing weak kind of person?
I mean there are things worth fighting for but not a closet
How about you guys? Do you think I’m too worried about other people than worry about me?