I feel like I have nothing in common with my roommates. Mike and I make disgusting inappropriate jokes together. Jim and I watch the same cable TV shows. Aside from that:
They are ESPN. I am UCB.
They are trying to get the best fantasy football team together. I’m trying to put the best script together.
They’ll go to the bar any night of the week. I need time to unwind.
They talk for HOURS about strategies for their softball team. I’d rather discuss the latest episode of Lost.
They’re perfectly content with where they are in life. I can’t settle.
They act like I’m inferior because I’m not obsessed with sports. I act like they’re idiots for not caring about anything else.
I just feel like there’s a rift forming. To borrow a phrase…there’s glass between us. Last night I got locked out when they left to go to the bar while I was running, and I was livid…but in general I’m not angry with them. I don’t dislike them. I love them. I just wish there was something that brought us together.
I think going away for a while will be a good thing. When I come back I’ll make the effort to put things back the way they are.