silence is golden

“We really need to get you a bike,” The Roommate said. I’m not sure who “we” is, but “I” looked in two different places yesterday spending most of my afternoon and not finding anything. “It’s such a waste of time to walk to the gym.”

“You do realize it sounds funny to resent walking to workout?”

“Walking isn’t exercise, it’s just going there.”

“Walking is the best exercise.”

“Says who?”

“Exercise experts. Look, just go with your bike and I’ll walk. Don’t wait for me.”

“I just don’t always want you to get the last word. I can be right.”

“Maybe you can. But I’m just so tired of all your complaining.”

And those were the last words we spoke. I think she’s giving me the silent treatment, but it’s just so blissfully void of all her whining and complaining and judgmentalism. She seriously complains about EVERYTHING and NONSTOP.

She’s not a bad person really, but I’m tired of her expecting me to be her mommy and fix everything for her, and then she resents it. And I’m tired of her being wrong when she talks and getting pissed off when corrected – like the insistence that the U.S. is 80% rural. Now, I ignore her a lot of the time when she talks, but I can’t always ignore her.

And here I am, complaining about her. I’m not better. I’m just aggravated. And I don’t know what will happen, but I’m glad I finally said something.