The Nit-Picking Continues

As I mentioned, we haven't talked about the cans or the golf clubs ever since that night. And we've never talked about the conversation and hostility that occurred that night. The next day, everything was just normal for him.

I did process one thing that he said, that I absolutely agree with. We need to talk more. Hang out more. If we don't, we're just going to resent each other and come out of this lease hating each other. Neither one of us wants that. After all, despite how much bitching I'm doing about the guy, I love him. Like a brother. He's been like one to me as long as I can remember. He's a good friend. A great friend. And I don't mean to come off sounding like he's an all around shitty excuse for a human being. Because he's not. He's a great guy. Just a shitty roommate.

I haven't seen the cans since. I don't know if he ever did go get money for them, but they're gone. That's all I know. So I feel I was successful in the clean. I didn't want to see them anymore, I told him to take care of them or I'd throw them away. Ironically, what would have been the consequence for his lack of action wound up being what motivated him to take action.

That is the reason I started this blog. "The Catalyst" is what prompted me to start documenting all of this. Like I said, he just acted normal the next day. I had a friend over, and he sent me a friendly text asking, "You fucked her tits yet?" Vulgar, yes. But it's what is typically our kind of humor (and the answer was no, by the way).

However, he was wrong about many things in that yelling rant he went on that night. I'm not getting burnt out from all the cleaning. Far from it. To this day, I've actually made it a routine. I wake up at 6am, go for a jog, stretch, do my ab workout routine, then my chest workout routine, put the coffee pot on, take a shower, eat breakfast, drink coffee, prepare my lunch, clean up whatever mess I made and whatever mess of Mikey's is left over from the night before, leave the house at 7:45 in time to walk to work to make it there by 8.

Then when I come home, I put away whatever stuff I took to work with me, change out of my work clothes, and clean whatever mess Mikey made during the day when I wasn't there before proceeding to be lazy, watch TV, or play video games.

I feel I won't get burnt out by this at all. As I may have mentioned, I am a very routine, ritualistic person, and I function best when I'm in a clean, organized environment. I'm happier that way too. Ever since that night, whenever I do my bi-daily sweep through the house to clean, everything has wound up in the exact same place.

And here lies another problem in Mikey's eyes.

We have what's called the "Media room". This is the third bedroom where we keep my TV and XBOX 360, all our movies, all our video games, and our guitars. We both decided, and agreed, this is where all of our movies and video games would go when not in use.

Contrary to this, Mikey would go in there, pick a video game, take it to the main entertainment center in the living room, and leave the games and/or cases laying around in various parts of the room and entertainment center. Very messy, as I saw it. So I'd clean up by putting the games back in the media room. Where we both, as I mentioned, agreed video games would go. In addition, I also placed the game controllers, headsets, and accessories he left laying on the coffee table neatly in the nightstand we have placed on the opposite side of the couch (where we both, again, agreed these items would be stored).

Mikey and I decided to play Left 4 Dead. He couldn't find the game in the living room, for reasons I mentioned. And he yelled, "Goddammit, Burnout! Quit putting shit away so quickly all the time!"

"I put it back where you and I said games would go: in the media room."

"We don't HAVE to keep ALL games in there at all times! We can keep a few games out here that we play all the time!"

"Well, it looked messy that way, and I put them back where they belong."

"Well fuck, stop doing that! Now I have to walk all the way into the other room to get it! Stop doing that or you're going to drive me insane!"

After getting his game from the media room, he proceeded to likewise yell at me for the fact that I put the controller away and he had to reach ALL the way to the other side of the couch (about 5 feet) to get it.

2 minutes later, he called me back into the room to show me something cool. It was the preview for XBOX 360's Project Natal (which is really cool). But the reason why I mention this is because he suddenly wasn't mad or irritated with me anymore. He was talking to me like normal. Showing off this video as if we were sitting at a bar, just talking and shooting the shit. As if he hadn't just exploded at me and literally yelled at me for being clean.

I'm beginning to think he's a bit bipolar.