Another short entry that is chock full of shenanigans and insinuations. Yikes.
I broke this single paragraph post into bite size chunks as its got a lot going on. It was far too easy to skim past the “ugh” until I read it a couple of times.
Feb. 9, 1999
T’was a typical Tuesday for me – well sort of. Did all the fun class stuff and then Jake decided to come by for some thrilling Adobe Photoshop graphic tutorials of mine while we watched Buffy and Felicity.
I suck. I don’t deny that. He was pretty cool about it though.
A breaking point is coming with my roommate and I. I can’t stand to look at her. It’s pretty bad.
Oct. 13, 2019 – Reprocessing
I have to make a lot of assumptions here as cannot remember this particular night with any clarity.
I looked up which Felicity episode and can’t remember any of the plot points to jog my memory. The episode was season 1 episode 13 called Todd Mulcahy: Part 1. Zero memory, but Felicity is on my short list for a full rewatch as it was Freshman ALL THE FEELZ! (Also serious lady crush on Keri Russell since her MMC days and she’s HOT AS FUCK in The Americans.)
The Buffy episode that aired that night was season 3 episode 14 called “Bad Girls.” No memory of that one either. (I was only a fair-weather Buffy fan… plz don’t judge.)
Where it gets interesting is the sentence – “I suck. I don’t deny that.” Now, get your mind out of the gutter. This probably meant I had a rage stroke about my roommate and Jake had to listen to it all night.
Again, like I mentioned in my last post, I still feel horrible about how I treated that roommate. Was not good. Lots of shame still lingers. I want to contact her but don’t want it to be just to make myself feel better, ya know? Because I know there are several people that have treated me shittily over the years, where if they just showed up out of the blue to be like, “oh yeah, remember me – sorry about that.” I’d be triggered AF. But maybe it’d still be a healing thing after the initial shock? I don’t know… gah!