The mouthwash drama

I live with 4 other people, one of them today stomped into the kitchen carrying out an agitated rant where this person (from here on know as 'Housemate') stated that more than half of Housemate's mouthwash had been used by a unknown perpetrator. Housemate went on about this at some length and then stomped out. Personally, even if I have no knowledge of this mystery event find it a bit distressing when someone in the house is mad. More so because I feel like Housemate's anger is directed to all of us. Like it's some great conspiracy and Housemate is the victim.

First of all Housemate is known to be dramatic, so I think that Housemate is exaggerating how much mouthwash is missing. I wanted to bring up the following points, but have long ago decided not to involve myself too much in issues regarding Housemate.

If I cared I would have said the following (but if I did it would only be perceived as me accusing Housemate, more so validating Housemate's opinion of being a victim):

• maybe you don't remember how much you've used
• maybe you think that there was more left than what there was
• maybe someone's house guest at some point mistakenly used some (in the last 1 month we have probably had about 10 guests frequent the house - 7 of which was an all night drinking party)
• No one in this house would purposely steal mouthwash from you

I only overheard parts of Housemate's rant on the matter, but I did catch Housemate saying that:
"I am not from a rich family"
Arguing that Housemate can't afford, in Housemate's mind someone purposely stealing from Housemate. I can only compare what I see of Housemate with my own situation. Housemate lives in London, doesn't work that much, is a full time student and still:

• Comes home with shopping bags than me per month
• Have more deliveries of things Housemate has bought online than me
• Travel more frequently, both to visit Housemate's parents and to visit friends in other countires, than what I do

 And I would never kick up such a fuzz about a £5 bottle of mouthwash.

The result is that Housemate has moved out everything that belongs to Housemate from the shared bathroom.

Hannah Peel - Chloe

To spend a life in a dizzy maze

Returning phrase of mine

When that first, first took it's place

You chose, you chose unwise

Let them love you, let them try

You confuse your head

You chose to do this, yes you did

So never say regret

Whatever else we gave to each other

all the pain we endure to get further

All the things that we gave to the others

conversations we had with other

All the lies we exchange had to recover

And we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel is to not live at all

You walked and wide

And stayed past five

We stand in doors disguised

Let them love you, let them try

You confuse your head

You chose to do this, yes you did

So never say regret

Whatever else we gave to each other

all the pain we endure to get further

All the things that we gave to the others

conversations we had to recover

All the lies we exchange by the other

And we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel is to not live at all

I live for now

I am not lonely in my dark

I've met with my fear

I am not lonely in my dark

I live for now

As we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel to not live at all

Friendly Dinner - Dinner 'Date'

So a while back I was out to dinner with a friend of mine. In my eyes it was strictly a friendly meal but as the night progressed I realised that this was not the case from his perspective - the big question is: 

How do you know?

I pretty much ended up on a double date and from this an intense and alcohol-fuled night was the result.

I know I'm at fault as well - being fairly naive in these situations never really considering how it is perceived from the other person's point of view before I'm actually in a position where I can't ignore it anymore.

It's hard, finding friends and reading social situations. Even more so in London where social perceptions from a myriad of cultures are mixed up into a melting pot of potentially miss-read situations.

Personally, I struggle with this as I really dislike guys and girl who:
As soon as someone from the opposite sex as much as exchanges a few sentences of pleasantries with them goes: "My boyfriend/girlfriends thinks/says/does.."

It is so forced and arrogant. Just because you are in a relationship does not mean that every single person that talks to you is coming on to you.

In the case of the friendly dinner that turned out be more of a romantic intent from this friend of mine. He never once said it was date, never made his intentions clear prior to this. If he did, then obviously my powers of deduction are extremely poor in combination with his hints being extremely subtle.

Hopefully, we can move on from this and genuinely be friends. However, I guess that the ball is in his court.

Josh Record - Wonder

Soon the stars will disappear

Have I forgotten how to sleep

I wonder

The clouds appear and lands will meet

The sun will raise its head for me

In wonder

All I ever wanted is you

And all I ever wanted is you

Unashamed you bear my name

You take me to those days, we were younger

Your secrets are now mine to keep

Our shadows meet

Your night's in vowed

In love

All I ever wanted is you

And all I ever wanted is you

All I ever wanted is you

And all I ever wanted is you

So here we stand

Oh, when the mist of all we had

We will stand

You are just a plea

With the love we have achieved

And all I wanted is

And all I wanted is

Is you

All I ever wanted is you

And all I ever wanted is you

All I ever wanted is you

And all I ever wanted is you

Classic!

Need a bass player? Probably best not to call this dude... pic.twitter.com/JeuTnbD8B7
— Jagz Kooner (@JagzKooner1) March 22, 2013

Meet: A Million Billion Dying Suns

As the million billion suns die, they coalesce into one singular form of energy, before they explode into super nova. It is the vanishing point, where you and me don't matter, but we do. And so do you. Yes You. We are all Dying Suns, sewn into the same fabric. Endlessly dying, constantly living, in the pattern of the infinite universe.

Oh, so casual

The nice boy that always fits into whatever situation I put him in.

So maybe he is a place holder...

So maybe I should let him go?