CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
It's a lion in my dorm, but it walks on two legs. My roommate is such a pest. He boasts his success and expects the world to fall to their knees. I must be a lamb and this must be a scene from "Twilight". Only part is I'm not an annoying teenager who is pathetically in love with a dead man. I do respect that movie, but only as a movie. I'm a guy who likes his own space and I'm rather neat.
It's because my mom always made us do Sunday cleaning and she would do floor checks to make sure everything was up to par. I vowed that I would have the most filthiest room ever as a boy. We are already condemned to filth because we are borned with a penis. So you can imagine how much harder she was on my cleaning than my two sisters. So college life was going to be the start of me doing my own thing.
Little be known, my mom would haunt me. I find myself cleaning the dorm including the "Lion's" side. He would come in with some random chick and not even say," thanks". He must didn't come from a household of manners or he is from a royal family full of maid service. I don't have time to figure it out. Yet, it wasn't always so bad to be roommates with him.
In the beginning, I saw him as a cool dude who could help me to loosen up. He knew all the jocks and could get us into the hot spots. I was like a happy bitch when I was with him. I wonder if others perceived me the same way. At the time, I didn't care because I was having the time of my life. That all came crashing down when he stole my girlfriend.
Well, she wasn't literally my girlfriend, but I saw it going in that direction. I met this girl named, Melissa. She was a sexy, athletic built, educated woman. We would meet up at the library to study for finals and mid-terms. I was fond of her for almost three months before I asked her out. We went on a couple of dates until one day I found her in my roommate's bed. His name is Matt by the way.
I was so pissed off at him that I hit him with a pillow while he was fucking her. He didn't even stop fucking her while I was standing there. It was as if the pillow didn't even phase him. In a sick way, I think it turned him on to be conquering the "Lamb's" territory. I actually stood there until he climaxed inside of her like the beast he is.
Once done, they both got up and in her eyes I could see a look of shame, but no regrets. For his, it was nothing but pure joy. I asked her, "Why would you do such a thing?" She told me to ask, Jack Daniel's. That night, I ended up grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel's. I had Matt even share a drink with me. He gave me a funny reason for doing what he did.
He said that girls are always horny and somebody has to fuck them. He would expect me to do the same if his girl came to the room. It's only the most righteous thing to do. From that point on, I couldn't fault any of his wrongdoings because he was clearly an idiot. That would be like yelling at a baby for not changing their pamper. Pointless!
One day, I really did get the courage to argue with the idiot. He really showed his ass and had it coming. It's the straw that broke the camel's back too. It all started at a party that I was having for one of my friends who were graduating. We had planned it at this local club where all the college kids hung out. I purposely didn't invite my roommate because I didn't want him to fuck anybody else's girl.
Well, somehow he found out about the party and decided to show up to it drunk as hell. He was really loud and obnoxious with the bouncers. I heard the commotion and knew automatically that it was him. I rushed down to the main floor and saw his tussling with the bouncers. I go to calm him down and he pushes me. Now, I'm a peace loving motherfucker just like the next meth head, but hitting me is a bad decision.
I'm not a meth head by the way , but you get the picture. I had a cousin who did meth and sold his mother's oxygen tank, but that's a different story. Anyways, all I felt was a surge of energy in my arm and it was charged up to hit him dead in the eye. Before, I could realize what was going on, he was laid out on the floor. All of the college kids saw it and the next day on campus I was the cool guy. All the girls including Melissa, were talking to me.
I enjoyed the attention, but didn't pay it any mind. Inside the dorm was a whole different atmosphere. I was almost scared to sleep from the death looks I was given by him. We never fully made up from that moment, but I did notice a change in him. He started to be more of a slob as a way of getting back at me. He is such a drama king! On the plus, I see in a small way that I gained his trust.
He sees that he can't just bully me. He know I will super charge my fist up and sock him in the eye again. Matt is just one of those guys that you can't help but to love, but can't stand to be around. He just need validation from everyone so he demands it. I will admit that he does pretty good at school. He always makes the Dean's List and has a GPA of 3.9. I'm no dunce myself with a GPA of 3.5. Yea baby, I'm in my prime right now.
I'm learning to study Matt and feel pity for his lack of common sense. It's like I'm an explorer in the Sahara studying animals. I don't hold any grudges against the poor kid. I just wish he would be more cleanly! That is basically what this whole rant is about. I spilled my whole life story out to the world because I'm mad the damn jerk won't clean his room.
I'm just as messed up as he is. Either way, it was good to reminisce on the past. It's like the end of a good chick flick right now where everything works out in the end. It's just that in this case there isn't a happy ending because I'm horny and all alone. For that, I sleep world. I sleep really well.
Creative expression at MY finest.