People are Strange

Yes, this is a reference to The Doors. Both the band and a reference to how Jean-Luc Nancy uses it. It was cold outside. Not too cold, but freezing nonetheless. I might be coming down with a cold, which is bad. That means a great deal of green tea and reading. I can't say I can complain at/for that.

But to something Other. I cannot sleep. I stayed outside all day then went to a friends house. I was there until maybe 3AM the witching hour they call it, something to do with the opposite of when Christ died. I don't know about all of that, but I do know I can make myself scared, but more often I expect something to happen, and it always seems to happen.

The problem with people is that you never know them until you live with them. I am a pretty laid back person, but I like some space now and again...and for people to respect the communal areas. Like I said, I left and of course my one roomate brings back some rather facil lady. I am no puritan, but rather a more Romantic in nature. Perhaps of the brand of people who think Milton was right when he said, "Sensual pleasing of the body AND pleasant conversation." Where both need to be there. Well, my id driven roomates don't feel too keen on the latter and not that it bother me, because life is too care to worry about their actions, but I do wish they wouldn't take up the living room. I mean, they have rooms. So I wonder in at 3, all the lights off and in a flash I see ass crack and fleeing bodies. Not so funny for them, I know. Somewhat funny for me. People put themselves in the oddest situations, but the issue arises with the fact that I wake up early. Normally 6 or so to make the coffee, cook breakfast--and here are two bodies downstairs, in-between me and my coffee, taking up the largest room in our apartment. Whatever right?

So is the soap opera of my life. My roomates and my mutual friend is now dating the love of my roomates life and we all hung out this evening, one person was friendly with the girl that he was talking less than kind things about the entire week before, another was reconnecting with the girl he broke up with and cursed out nearly weekly for a year. I do not know.

People just need each other. People must need to feel some kind of closeness. I don't know why though, I really don't. I just wish they could let me make my coffee....And I left my Neruda downstairs and I dare not go get it.

Alas.