You Don't Have To Live Like A Refugee

Title above from 'Refugee' by Tom Petty. Song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFnOfpIJL0M&ob=av3e

Mood: Stable
Music: Classic Rock internet radio

So it's official: My roommates and I have agreed on an apartment. Lease signing tomorrow! Great apartment, all new, center of TLV. Pretty fucking sweet.

I love Oz, I really do. I am incredibly grateful to him for taking in this poor little American citizen that immigrated to the Land of Long Haired Israeli Men and Cats based on her idealistic Zionist values, but damn it, I can't wait to get the fuck out of this apartment. It is absolutely filthy, old and decrepit. (Thanks to Steven for reminding me of this awesome word, my new word of the day). It's filthy because of Oz's current roommates. One idiot cooks and leaves food all over the kitchen, including the kitchen sink. Every morning I wake up to a plethora of flies swirling around my face, trying to swerve out of their way so that they don't accidentally fly into my mouth while yawning. (maybe not even so accidentally those sneaky flies). Oz and I share a room because a) there is an extra decent size mattress in his room and b) The living room faces the busiest intersection of the city and I cannot sleep when garbage trucks pretend to pick up garbage on the street at 6am and drunken arsim (Israeli douchebags) yell at the top of their lungs to frechot (Israeli bimbos) wearing mini skirts at 3am. I guess I'm getting old, I don't know.  Oz's blown horn snoring also doesn't help the living situation, so I really CANNOT FUCKING WAIT to move out. I love him to death, but I need my own clean space.

Having said that, it brings me to my concern du jour. For 8 years, I have lived by myself. No roommates, no family. Just me and Tigger. It was the most ideal situation. Now, due to financial constraints, I find myself living with 2 other people- Oz and my good friend Neil :cough cough Sol cough cough: I don't know what its like to live with other people and furthermore, be considerate of their domestic needs and personal situations. I've always been a 'I want what I want and I want it now' kind of a gal, never really caring about how my personal living situation effected other people, because frankly, I didn't need to. Now, the situation has turned 180 degrees, and I need to actually be nice to people I live with, as well as being considerate towards them. Yeah, we'll see how that goes. I suspect I'll face some "challenges" to say the least. I told Oz all about this and asked for his patience and understanding. He said he's cool with it.

Ideally, the most important thing I ask from people I share an abode with it to clean up after yourselves. You want your room to be messy? Fine, I don't care. But do not leave shit all over the common areas such as the living room, bathroom and kitchen. I refuse to be someone's mother. My rule is simple: if you don't clean up after yourself, your garbage will be thrown on your bed. This includes shit that is left in the bathroom. Gross? YES. Harsh? Yes, but fuck it. I'm not your fucking mother. I refuse to live in filth and decrepitness (is that even a word?). I refuse to live like a refugee.

In other news, I visited my family in Rehovot this week. Felt good to sleep in a clean apartment, in a quiet residential neighborhood. It was also a nice distraction from my current state of emotion. I am feeling better bit by bit, but I still have my moments (or days) of negativity. I guess I'm going through the "I hate society and people" phase right now, because I've been very irritable lately and just want to be left alone. Everyone is pissing me off. I suspect I will get better eventually and maybe I will hate the world a little bit less than how much I usually do.