"OMG, You Sing To Yourself SOOO Much"

"So?"

"So, it's weird. You know, especially while people are talking."

I can't even remember all he said, just that I could talk to these people instead of doing something so mortifyingly embarrassing as OMG singing.

Really? I quietly hummed at dinner while others who were eating away from us were speaking to each other. I hold back. You have no idea how much I hold back. These people weren't speaking to me. YOU weren't speaking to me. At the same time, I was being subjected to basically being told to the same company that I'm too incompetent to go to work with you, today. Then, hearing you basically coo at your roommate's girlfriend, singing her effing praises for being an insufferable clean freak. And, how much you were just singing her praises for cooking and cleaning, yet when I did it/do it, the most I ever got was "thanks", not "WOW! OMG! Incredible! The whole house is going to fall apart without you when you go back to work in a few weeks" as she got.

So, it's absolutely cool to you that you belch and burp loudly in front of these people and myself, and eat like an animal with your mouth gaped open most of the time. It's absolutely cool that this woman has such a bad anxious fidget cleaning habit, that she'll start cleaning while people are still eating, interrupts relax time with her restlessness and OCD-like cleaning fixation and complaints of dirtiness and improper disposal of this that and the other. It's cool that during conversations, your roommate can tune out and fall asleep on the couch and clock back in when he pleases. But, me? How f*****g odd that I dare to sing when I want to.

The fact that you actually speak to everyone else normally, but your conversations with me are choppy, weird, like they start in the middle of something that I'm supposed to know, but you never told me. And, hell, you tell me NOTHING! Watching you perfectly interact with your roommate's woman is completely angering. You share with her, with everyone else, details from your life. You paint pictures. With me, you pick me up and clam up. You don't even smile at me. You never told me about your friend coming back from the arctic. Did you even tell me that you had a friend in the arctic? NO! You share NOTHING!

What the f**k am I even visiting you for? You can't stand me so much, why the hell do you even bring me over? Especially if I'm such an embarrassment. Then, later, asking me if I put a salad bowl away, and I said no (likely because that soulless cleaning-freak ginger took it while I was still eating).

"Did you have any salad?"
"No"
"What did you do with the bowl?"
"Nothing"
"You mean you just left it out?" ~long pause and sigh~ "Don't worry, Amy, we'll train you up."

Are you f*****g kidding me?
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Mopy
You do.





You just don't want to.
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Cynic
He's a f*****g a*****e, really. But, it seems only towards me, and only some of the time. I just don't understand. I wish I had the guts to just cut him out.
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Mopy
You love to be musical. It's how you make your own fun. The fact that he wants you to feel bad and wrong about that just seems kind of mean.
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Dear