The Innernets

I nearly forgot to mention the first conflict that occurred in this house!

It happened probably two weeks after we moved in. We had finally gotten the internet set up in the house. We were both sitting in the living room watching a Carter Beauford (Drummer of the Dave Matthews Band) drumming video. We were both on our computers and I was talking to my friend online.

About 20 minutes into the video, Mikey paused it, turned to me and said, "Do you realize how fucking loud that typing is?"

"Not really, but okay", I replied as I continued to type.

Mikey sat there just looking at me for about 10 seconds while I continued to IM with my friend.

He said, "Seriously, that's fucking annoying."

"Well, I'll try to type quieter, and you try to deal with it. We both want to watch this and I need to continue this conversation."

Mikey started at me wide-eyed. Apparently in disbelief that I wasn't following his wishes. Mikey played the DVD again and turned back toward the TV and his computer.

About two minutes later, my web pages stopped loading, and I was suddenly signed of from AIM. I clicked around a bit on the computer and noticed I still had a full signal. So I asked Mikey, "Uhh...did the Internet go out? I got disconnected."

Mikey responded, "I know."

I was able to look at his laptop screen. He logged onto the wireless network and changed the password.

I yelled, "What the hell?!"

Mikey said, "I told you that typing was fucking annoying!"

"Yeah, and I told you I was in the middle of an important conversation. Grow the fuck up!"

I stormed out of the living room and into my room. At that point, Mikey changed the password back to what it was.

How immature is that? He can't deal with me typing on the computer while we were sitting in the same room watching the same DVD?

Mikey is an only child. And it was at this point that his only child syndrome began to show. He's accustomed to having his needs suited by his parents. Getting his way all the time and not having to deal with and compromise with people his own age. Growing up with two brothers, I learned this skill. You aren't always going to get your way. Deal with it.

If I was more of a bitch, I'd seek revenge. I'd do something he doesn't agree with to get my own way and punish him if he didn't obey my wishes. But guess what? I'm more mature than that. I have the ability cope with life without always getting my way.