Confessions of a Dangerous Roommate

1. Sahar and I stood out in the rain for about an hour and fifteen minutes yesterday for a Barack Obama book-signing at the local independent bookstore here. The most surprising thing about him was that he was exactly like I expected. And I must say that my expectations were pretty high...of course he didn't have very long to err, but still. I think Sahar's in love. 2. It's remarkable how much space short, inconsequential interactions can take up in my mind. I spend days going back over them - it's not constructive "what can I do better next time?" thoughts, it's almost solely "god, Matt, you're such an idiot." Which, of course, does me a lot of good in similar situations that arise in the future. I get more nervous about them, and less likely to succeed. I often feel like my personality crawls in a hole, and the only thought that comes is"um......this is not going well." Speaking in front of an audience is the worst. If I could improve one thing over the next two years, that would be it. 3. I hate news like that. I feel guilty no matter what happens. Too much of me feels responsible for everyone else's happiness. Despite consistently horrific results when I get involved in this sort of situation, the draw remains. Perhaps I've become a little wiser though. I really wanted to talk to a friend for "advice." But I don't really need anyone to tell me what the right thing to do is. Perhaps I just want someone to know so I feel some accountability. The Literary Book of Answers says: "You must get another's consent before you ask mine." (Jane Austen) Perfect. 4. My room is in complete and utter disarray. At least stuff isn't in the hallway anymore though.