(So as not to say only good things about myself . . .)

I've found myself to be . . . 'annoyingly independent' lately. Kind of like a little kid, maybe putting on shoes a way that's just wrong, never willing to accept help from anyone. Luckily, it doesn't seem to be seeping into every aspect of my life, but I've seen it a couple of times so far.

The first time I noticed it was when my new roommate, Marty, seemed to think that I needed to know how he cuts his strawberries - and he wouldn't let me do it the way I felt more comfortable without making sure I at least tried doing it his way. It was rather frustrating. Not only did I not want to have anyone tell me I was doing something wrong in the cooking world, but I just didn't like the way he wanted me to do it. Hmm.

The other example that comes to mind was the adamance (or 'adamancy' - if they're both words, why do they both exist?) the same roommate showed in explaining how much money he's saved since he stopped buying shaving cream . . . Apparently he just uses (cheap) soap now, instead. I think I felt much better about this conversation than the earlier one, probably because I had a response to his comment that I was more satisfied with: soap dries out my skin too much. :: roll eyes ::

Anyways. And I'm pretty sure something happened with a new guy at work that I just didn't like. Well - one such instance (though I'm sure there are others) was when he thought he knew what was going on in my phone conversation with a truck driver, and he thought his directions would be the be-all/end-all to get him here. Whatever.

I guess it's kind of a natural thing to feel how I do about these conversations, but I guess the real problem I'm finding with what's going on with me lately is that these things are kind of bugging me . . . Like I don't have control over my own reactions. I think it will just take a little work, though.