It's weird how life always leaves me in a state of limbo: I can't seem to hit a certain high, or even a low for that matter. I'm never happy enough to consider myself in a state of euphoria, nor have I ever been depressed enough to literally hurt myself. (Though some of you may think i have tried.); It's weird, how I always start a passage with "It's weird" or something along the lines. It speaks alot of my monotony, I guess.
Things here have been great so far. But it may seem that the drama from American High Schools have been transacted over into their dorm counterparts. Everyone in the dorms seem to have a tendency to rack up some drama whenever something dies down, when the world reaches a state of peace for a flash of a moment, one person always seems to create waves and encourage the vicious cycle that is anxiety.
So far, I've had my share of drama, with my naivety of American Culture, I effed up a large part of what could've been great friendships with my tendency to smother people with attention, when i myself crave it more than they do. It transalates to desperation, so they say.
But after that experience, i've tried to change - to tone the attitude down and attain more allies than enemies. I settled differences with people whom I have wronged, and people who may have read my actions in the most undesirable way possible. But that was to no avail. Drama still exists on the floor of which I live.
Ironically, I have been targeted by one of my own. An American "Malaysian" (Who is malay.) that seems to afford symptoms of schizophrenia. With his delusional ideals of himself. He is skinny, loud mouthed, and most possibly one of the least favourited persons on the floor. It's gotten to bad that he's so far convinced himself that one of my girl-(gendered)friends are abrasive on dating him simply because he is leaving for spain at the end of the semester. (Thank God.) He displaces his anger on me, saying that I (Because I spend so much time with this girl.) convinced her that she shouldn't go out on a date with him. But it's quite the contrary: In the pre-eliminary stages, I happen to be the one that actually encouraged her to go out with him, to give the boy a chance, but it seems that this "Malaysian" mistook me for badmouthing him.
The worse part about all of this is, that even after the girl told him that he was entirely not interested. Made it a point to go out of her way to avoid him (taking random routes to avoid the common room.), he still is "secretly" convinced that she still likes him. He has gone to the extent to lie and say that he's dating another friend of mine, my friend that doesn't seem to know that they are going out on dates. When I told the girl that he has been telling people about them "dating" she told me she already knew. Pointing out the fact that gossip even prevails in dormitories. She stayed calm but yet, she didn't do anything to confront him, he hasn't intiated a direct assault onto her, ergo, she found no reason to assault him back. It grew even worse, the "Malaysian" kept lying to everyone, saying he's going out with my other friend. He started to displace even more hate upon me, thinking that I'm talking bullshit behind his back.
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Things here have been great so far. But it may seem that the drama from American High Schools have been transacted over into their dorm counterparts. Everyone in the dorms seem to have a tendency to rack up some drama whenever something dies down, when the world reaches a state of peace for a flash of a moment, one person always seems to create waves and encourage the vicious cycle that is anxiety.
So far, I've had my share of drama, with my naivety of American Culture, I effed up a large part of what could've been great friendships with my tendency to smother people with attention, when i myself crave it more than they do. It transalates to desperation, so they say.
But after that experience, i've tried to change - to tone the attitude down and attain more allies than enemies. I settled differences with people whom I have wronged, and people who may have read my actions in the most undesirable way possible. But that was to no avail. Drama still exists on the floor of which I live.
Ironically, I have been targeted by one of my own. An American "Malaysian" (Who is malay.) that seems to afford symptoms of schizophrenia. With his delusional ideals of himself. He is skinny, loud mouthed, and most possibly one of the least favourited persons on the floor. It's gotten to bad that he's so far convinced himself that one of my girl-(gendered)friends are abrasive on dating him simply because he is leaving for spain at the end of the semester. (Thank God.) He displaces his anger on me, saying that I (Because I spend so much time with this girl.) convinced her that she shouldn't go out on a date with him. But it's quite the contrary: In the pre-eliminary stages, I happen to be the one that actually encouraged her to go out with him, to give the boy a chance, but it seems that this "Malaysian" mistook me for badmouthing him.
The worse part about all of this is, that even after the girl told him that he was entirely not interested. Made it a point to go out of her way to avoid him (taking random routes to avoid the common room.), he still is "secretly" convinced that she still likes him. He has gone to the extent to lie and say that he's dating another friend of mine, my friend that doesn't seem to know that they are going out on dates. When I told the girl that he has been telling people about them "dating" she told me she already knew. Pointing out the fact that gossip even prevails in dormitories. She stayed calm but yet, she didn't do anything to confront him, he hasn't intiated a direct assault onto her, ergo, she found no reason to assault him back. It grew even worse, the "Malaysian" kept lying to everyone, saying he's going out with my other friend. He started to displace even more hate upon me, thinking that I'm talking bullshit behind his back.
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