There was a bit of a thought-provoking argument that occurred at my house last night between one of my roommates and one of my adopted roommates. It made me think a lot about when it's appropriate to confront people about a seriously frustrating behavior/attitude and how futile it is to actually try to change them.
I've always been an upfront person about things. If there is a problem of some kind, I go straight to the other person involved and I talk about it. However, as of late, I've begun to question when I should say something about the issue or just "live and let live" and deal with it. It's not like I will be able to go through life without having to put up with other people's shit, and they'll have to put up with mine.
However, Matt gave me a rule of thumb that sounds pretty good to me, "When something affects you, you have a right to say something about it." Unfortunately, people are never going to change, as much as you would like them to, for their own benefit, not just yours.
I can't get the Rent soundtrack out of my head. I've listened to it, and just like any catchy musical, I find myself singing some of the most startling and humorous lines from it.
"I'll kiss your Doc Martens! Let me kiss your Doc Martens!"
"To hand-crafted beers in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese, to leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo, to juevos rancheros and Maya Angelou."
"Life's too short, babe. Time is flying. I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine."
"Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"
"When you're living in America at the end of the millennium, you are what you own."
Jimmy made me a cake this week, yellow with chocolate icing. It's delicious, and I didn't let anyone put it in the fridge. My cakes don't go in fridges, unless I made it for someone else for their birthday and they prefer cold cake. I don't.
Cake or Death??!!