Full Circle Series Day 10: I Hate

Latin Webster has officially entered the realm of loathing with me.  I have had no problem with this kid up until this point.  I never talk to him unless it is incidental.  He is a little loud and talks a lot of trash, but whatever.  I immediately disliked him because he was from Lawrence and I have never met someone from Lawrence that wasn’t a punk.  Anyway, this morning was going well until this conversation took place:
 
…News on about Illinois flooding and Guy is talking about how that kind of flooding just don’t happen around here in typical Boston fashion…

Guy: “That (expletive) just don’t happen here.  (Expletive) we get a puddle in our basement, and we all go bezerk with canoes + (expletive).”

Me: “Hahaha.  Well, actually Peabody had a tough flood earlier this year.”

Guy: “No they didn’t…I mean I bet they weren’t using boats and (expletive) like these guys.

Me: “Yeah they were…I mean it was only for a few days…nothing like what is going on in Illinois.”

Ok, so now that conversation ends innocently enough even though I feel like Cliff Claven with useless facts.  However, Webster decides to ask Guy to come closer so he could say something to him so no one else can hear.  Non discreetly I might add.  So their pow-wow breaks and of course to cover up that they were telling a secret they speak louder with this exchange:

Webster: “Did you know that?”

Guy: “Yeah, Yeah I knew that.”

If this hadn’t happened directly after my conversation I wouldn’t be writing this right now.  So now I am paranoid that EVERYBODY is talking about me or has a secret about me they don’t want me to hear.  For the next 4 days I will probably brood over this, avoid everybody, and be completely silent so no one can have anything to talk about.  They could have easily been talking about one of the ladies all of us hate, but I highly doubt it because I am a psycho.  I have already had 5 daydreams on how to beat the shit out of the Dominican Webster.  I, of course, won’t because I am a coward.  Hmmm…did someone order a sociopath?

I hate my roommate.  If anyone wants an impression of him I’ll be happy to oblige.  Like I said when he snores it sounds like he is swallowing his mouth.  I finally got earplugs to remedy this.  First time since I’ve been here I am hoping to get some sleep. (Author's Note 2013: OHHHH THE IRONY!!! I now have to wear a sleep mask for my snoring...its contagious I think)

Funny how a few paragraphs ago I was venting about my paranoia and lack of confidence when in my group what is the subject, but self esteem.  I get put on the hot seat because I am the only one raising my hand when he asks who has a self esteem/confidence problem. 

As a true kick in the psychological groin African Uncle Buzz puts a twist on my problem that kind of scared me.  My confidence problem, if not addressed, could put me on the path to more drinking later on.  It makes sense to me now even though I got defensive and red in the face when he called me out on it. 

A guy left today!  Everyone referred to him as Mr. Bean.  He only had 4 days left so I don’t understand why he left.  He was with us on the morning walk and acting normally then when we get back he’s gone.  I lost money on that bet.  Oh well.