Crowded

"People who care about each other need to come apart every now and then or they'll just come apart completely." ~EM Phillips

San Andreas. Kilauea. Me.

What do these three have in common? We all need to let off a little pressure every so often, or we'll really fuck shit up.

I called a house meeting the other night and proceeded to chew out every one of my housemates for not going the extra step (much less mile) without having to be asked or told.

I told them that they had no sense of pride of ownership and it showed. I told them that they all waited for someone else to take care of business and that when they finally did something for the house, they did it in a half-assed way. At the end of it, I threw my hands up and walked angrily to my bedroom. 

This may sound like a harsh way to handle negotiations, but it worked. In a house this small and with this many people, you need to have someone play the bitchy bad cop, or nothing will get done. I know the pattern: I'll blow a gasket and they'll get their acts together...for a week or so, and then it's right back to where we were. That's okay because we're probably moving soon anyway, and this is the last time some of us will live together. 

Lately I feel like I've been crowded on the outside and the inside. Not only do I have lots of people to share a limited amount of space with, I've been cramming tons of info into my brain and I'm starting to feel overloaded.

Problem is, I don't have anywhere to go to grab some personal space. My bedroom feels as though it's just as crowded as the rest of the house, so I'm only in there to sleep and change. I know we'll have more room soon enough, but really, it doesn't feel like it'll be soon enough.

I picture myself walking down a less-crowded street, beach, park, etc. and it feels relaxing to even daydream about it. 

This is what keeps me going, but I swear, I could use a vacation.

Hell, even Superman had the Fortress of Solitude.