Since Dennis and I still have yet to get back into the swing of taking some outfit photos while I am back into working full-time, I thought it would be nice to talk about something kind of random with you guys.
Yesterday, my lovely friend Ariel shared this with me on facebook.
Her caption underneath was “How I feel when everyone starts a heated conversation about basketball.”
She and I date roommates, and these two gentlemen are a little obsessive compulsive when it comes to New England sports, specifically basketball and football.
Probably the most frustrating thing about this situation is that we two girls spend a good amount of time at Green Street, which is where the boys’ apartment is located; thus we are (more often than not) watching sports. Fair enough, though, because it’s their apartment, right? But guess what? I don’t really like watching sports, especially basketball and football. And when they start heated conversations about these, to me, irrelevant and boring subject-matters, our (Ariel and myself) eyes glaze over and we are internally bashing our heads in the wall.
I’ve decreased my time-spent at Green Street recently. And this is for several reasons:
1. I really like “nesting.” My definition of “nesting” is when I get home, I putts around cleaning and organizing, doing laundry, ironing, all while listening to the music I want to listen to or watching the trashing t.v. shows that I enjoy. If I don’t get this time, I start to lash out irrationally and nit-pick the nastiness of the bachelor pad that I spend time at. This also includes alone time. I need to be by myself for several hours a day, AT LEAST.
2. When I wake up in Dennis’ room in the morning, I don’t have all of “my stuff.” I don’t have “options.” I like to be able to graze over my wardrobe if I want to.
3. I tend to feel more relaxed at my apartment, and it really has nothing to do with not feeling comfortable around the Green Street Family, because we’re all very comfortable with each other. I like my stuff. I like my couch. I like my t.v. I like my decorations and the lighting in my apartment.
I want to make it clear to you all though, that this has nothing to do with my boyfriend. Dennis is wonderful and treats me wonderfully. It has merely been a change back into my old routine before Karina died. It’s for my mental health, and it’s a good thing.