It's been a long day and I'm sitting down at my computer, researching geisha wig construction for the spring opera, "The Mikado." My roommate comes in after having been gone for two days and offers a vibrant hello. I muster a response after a straight 9 hours on campus on 6 hours of sleep, looking at at least 4 more hours of homework before bed. (I thrive on sleep, and without it, life is MUCH more difficult.) I thought my response sufficed, because I thought it could clearly be seen that I was busy. The roommate comes in and throws her arms around me, kisses me on the cheek and says, "What's wrong?!" as if my mother had just died. Does something have to be wrong just because I have no energy to describe what is right? It's been a good day. I've been busy, productive, and prepared. I'm preparing for another day after I finally managed to get some food in my grumbly and ever-shrinking belly. Nothing is wrong, but leave me alone because your suggestion has struck a sore nerve called "I have to do this all over again tomorrow."
Roommate, should you ever read this, know that I love you. I had a great day. I didn't respond to your greeting in kind because I wanted so badly to finish my project and play with you guilt free.
Everyone else, just because someone doesn't meet your expectations doesn't mean they're depressed, angry, or upset in any way. Leave them alone and get over yourself. The world doesn't revolve around either of you.
Good night.
ps. Don't ever try to make a geisha wigs for an opera in less than a million hours or with less than $2500 if you've never done it before. It's craziness!
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