Irritation

I’m sitting at the Meadowlark Coffee shop on South and 17^th street, soft pop music playing, and all I can think of is the audacity of my housemate.  I can respect the request he made.  I was being a bit excitable and he was a bit sensitive at the moment, I can respect his wish for me to stop.   However, asking me in his joking, “I’m being sarcastic” voice kind of bothers me, not to mention the fact that whenever I make the same request, I’m met with sarcasm, jokes, and the hurtful barb of “be on your medication and that won’t happen.” 

News flash, Scheffler.  It happens no matter what medication or how much medication I’m on.  Because I’m human.  I have feelings and emotions and, like everyone else, those emotions can sometimes be tripped without warning.

So, when I ask you to please respect me and to work with me and all you can do is joke around, don’t expect me to show you more courtesy than you care to show me.

And I can't even tell you this in person because every time I make the attempt, you refuse to even accept that you could POSSIBLY be in the wrong.