Anger is like Scotch

Anger *is* like scotch.
It can be light and dizzying; or dark and stick around in your mouth for much longer.

I don't have good reason, but I'm annoyed at one roommate for doing what he does on a regular basis; e.g. being unaware of his effect on others.  So, leaving dishes and other meal prep in disarray is *ok* for him, because he's "going to get back to it really soon now". 

And, telling him that he has to clean up his act there, and other  places (like paying bills) isn't going to play well.  <sigh>

Then I have to deal with my *fears* about the other roommates; the metaphorical elephant in the room, the alcoholic with some other issues.  It doesn't matter whether or not it's my responsibility or not... I still feel betrayed when she falls down; and it ISN'T my problem

Maybe someday...

I will get over it.

Apparently not today.

I'm not making enough money to cover bills; and I cannot squeeze the roommates for any more, it isn't fair; but life isn't fair... and I'm screwed.

So, rather than interact (badly) with both of them, who don't deserve it...  I am writing this.

It doesn't help (really) with the desire to kick one out, and F*** the other... but I'm working on it.

maybe someday.