They Won't Love Me Like You Love Me

Over the years I have learned that sometimes your feelings are for sharing and sometimes your feelings are for yourself because they are silly feelings. I owe this knowledge in great part to my friend Peter. He taught me to be patient and that sometimes it's not ok to get mad at people. I used to get really mad at people and hold grudges. Now I take a step back and look at the whole picture (or most of it). When someone doesn't call me when they are supposed I don't get mad. Yes, it upsets me but what's the use in being mad? When it comes to friends, anger is a waste of time. That being said. I think that my roommates are angry that I have other friends.

 I'm used to being able to talk about the feelings that I think I should share. Noemi has taught me that when I need to share my feelings I can; and she won't hold a grudge for more than a day but with my roommates I'm afraid to tell them I have different plans for the night, let alone tell them that I don't like hanging out with the boys that they hang out with. They are all really pretty. Obviously pretty. And I am not. I'm not saying I'm ugly! I'm a good looking person I know that because I have heard it but with me, my personality is a lot of "me"(except black guys and mexican guys, they all just love me!). With them, guys first see how pretty they are then their personality is a plus. So needless to say, these guys like them more than they like me. I don't want these guys to like me. The way I am makes it easier for me to filter out people in my life that aren't good for me. These guys don't like my personality. They don't care much for the way I dress and they don't care that I like to read. They don't care that I love music. And my roommates don't see that. I'm always the odd man out. But my roommates don't get it. So when I tell them that I have different plans they get mad at me, but they won't tell me that they are mad at me because they are not Noemi.