Weekend at James’

Miyake, don’t worry, this isn’t about you! *hugs*

So, I decided, on a whim, to spend the weekend at James’, my ex-roommate. My old room still had my junk in there, so I still need to clear it out.

As of late, I’ve been considering the possibility of moving out of my parents’ place, but the problem is that I’ve had problems with James in the past. He was messy, disorganized, and didn’t have a sense of responsibility. He’s not as messy these days, which is quite surprising. He cleans once a week, which leads me to wonder if my cleaning habits rubbed off on him when I moved out.

I suppose he enjoys my company. I’m probably the only person who would dare to consider living with him. The thing is that he always borrows my stuff, sometimes without asking, which is quite a pain, since I don’t shuffle through his stuff. My property is sacrilege. When I buy things, I have to be the first one to use it. James watched a couple of my anime DVDs before I had a chance to watch it, and as a result, I still haven’t watched them. Am I being too stubborn or greedy or whatever? It’s just the way things are. In my family, everybody has their own belongings, and we don’t just take things without asking. We respect each other’s property. To me, my stuff is like my body. Go ahead and look, but don’t touch without my permission. I worked damn hard to get those things.

Right now, I have nothing of interest at James’ place, just clothes, my laptop, and some bishoujo stuff. I even brought my Japanese PS2, but he doesn’t know Japanese, so he probably won’t play my games. James doesn’t realize how meticulous I am, I suppose. If he respects my rules, that’s fine, he can borrow my stuff, one item at a time. If he wants to borrow stuff without asking, make sure I’ve used it already, and put it back where you found it, in the exact same position. I don’t want to see any food stains on the casing, nor on the item itself. I keep my stuff in pristine condition, unlike James, who buys things, chucks the box in a corner of the room, and tosses the items around like they’re indestructible.

I’m not mad at James or anything. I suppose that I’m very “high maintenance”, since I grew up in such a strange environment. School teaches you to share, but I think it’s a load of horseshit. If someone breaks or loses something of mine, I’m not gonna buy it again. I’m not gonna make them replace it either. I worked hard to earn the original, and there’s no way I’ll settle for anything else. I’m me, I’m not gonna change, so don’t goad me. I don’t like saying this out loud to people, due to my introverted nature, so I decided to put it here. I’m not trying to be rude, but I believe in doing to others what you want done to you. And that is to respect other people by respecting their property!