Something has become apparent to me. There are many people I cannot stand living with, and there are some I can. Those who I can have one really prejudice criteria that I'm just force to pronounce.
Their Asian.
It's hard to live with someone that I don't have anything in common with. It may be shallow, but it's the hard truth. I've imagined myself living with white people a few times, and even in my mind it's just not happening. Some close friends I have just make it seem impossible for me to get along with them in a room-mate setting.
I think even If I did get married, that person would have to be Asian, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live myself down.
And so I thought of him.
Not saying that my current roommate sucks though,
he's a great guy and all, but we currently aren't technically
"living together."
We get along very well, though.
I don't think I'll give up,
just because I've already formed this stupidly unreal dream in my head.
I won't try anything.
but maybe one day he'll feel the same.
Ian.
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