i love my roommate, as he is one of my oldest friends, and i know he’s often just looking out for me, trying to help, and the like, but sometimes sees things that aren’t there, or pushes in ways that aren’t necessary.
it is the most recent example of this and the circumstances surrounding it that i’ve deemed post-worthy.
i brought a friend to the house earlier this week, a friend of the opposite-sex-variety which, as my roommate pointed out, is a rarity, and so he was immediately intrigued. his excitement and interest is, admittedly, one of the reasons i don’t often bring girls around. when i do, i feel like the special olympics athlete who’s come in last place. “oh, you’re so great! good for you! i’m so proud!” while i know that’s not his intention, it is nonetheless just a bit humiliating.