December 18th, 2014

(no subject)

I'm home in Portland. Yesterday, after getting back and unpacking I got out to FreeGeek to pick up my new-to-me laptop from the Service Dept. and attend a board meeting.

This morning, I got up and checked the fridge for breakfast ingredients, and discovered that my spinach hadn't been fresh enough to please my housemate Michael, and that he had taken it upon himself to throw it out for me. I am not pleased with his behavior.

Of course, I've *never* been pleased with his behavior. I live here because it's cheap and I was broke, and those continue to be the case. And a loss of a buck's worth of spinach isn't critical; even with my various losses to his many and varied bad behaviors it's still cheaper living here and replacing the stuff than it would be to move.

It's my desire and intent to get my own house at the end of summer 2016. Thus living as cheaply as possible until then remains what I want to do. If I go solely by core motives, it's simplest and easiest to continue to ignore Michael's displays of contempt until after I've given him my 30-day Notice To Vacate.

I *want* to give him a chance to learn how to be a human being. But deciding he wants to be one is primarily *his* job, not mine. I feel a responsibility to help him if he's willing to accept help, but it's not my job to *make* him accept it, and I don't think it's worth the energy to try.