Thursday, December 01, 2005

a mantra of want

No amount of psychoanalysis could convince me that there was anything deeper to what he did than pure unadulterated selfishness & a complete disregard for the consequences that would inevitably follow.

Why else would you steal a UMD for your PSP? It's not even self-love that supersedes his love for his girlfriend who told him if this ever happened again (yes, this was a repeat offense -- twice) she was done with him forever. No, this is WANT above all else. That should be his mantra: I want, I want, I want... Unfortunately, he sees it more as I need, I need, I NEED!!

He did not believe he would be caught... he did not believe she would dump him... he did not believe he would be booted out... he claimed there was no where for him to go.

But as we've come to discover over the years of having asshole roommates, while they continually claim they have 'no where to go' (imagine this said in a tiny girl voice with fingers and thumb pulled into a circle then held up to an eye) they always manage to find some sucker that'll take them in. While this was a different roommate, it was the same disgusting attitude as his screaming / crying / beating on himself temper tantrum that looked less convincing than a parody of theater, but just as rehearsed.

Then, after I get home and she's telling me about seeing him being dragged off in handcuffs, finding out what he did while she was shopping, him calling her from jail and she breaking up with him over the phone, he appears in our living room. Somehow, he got out (bail bond or something?) and decided to win her back... but he had nothing to offer, no incentive for her to disregard her better judgment, go back on her word and take his worthless ass back. Then, THEN to top it all off, when she ever so kindly allows him to stay the night, it was rather cold out, but he would have to leave tomorrow, he has the balls to ask if he can sleep in her bed. I couldn't help it. I laughed. "What the fuck! I can't believe you have the temerity to ask that!" He just stared at me, wanting to tell me off and trying to figure out what the hell temerity meant. But then she agreed with me and he sat looking down at his trembling hands.

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