A Little Cup of Cyanide

One of my suitemates, let's call her X for now, moved out. This is the second time she's moved out on me in two years. That part doesn't really bother me. She didn't leave because of me. What does bother me is that I'm never informed of these things until after they happen. Last year for example, I knew she was moving in with, let's say, G. She kept telling me she was just spending a lot of time over there, but I knew she just didn't want to tell me she was moving out. She never actually admitted to it until about two months after I figured it out for myself.

So, this year comes along. X, G, B, and myself all got a suite together. The first semester everything was great. Then apparently everyone started getting sick of X. At one time G and B were joking, at least I think they were joking, about kicking X out. A few weeks later I come in from class and half of X's room is packed up. Just like that. And G is like "We need to talk." Uh... Yeah. Why didn't we talk before? Why did everyone else know this was happening but me? Oh, but it gets better.

That night, we have a "pow-wow". G tells me that two people from her and B's major are going to be moving into X's room so they can all help each other and do the whole observation carpool thing. And G says "I just wanted you to know ahead of time in case you don't want to deal with new people, you have time to find another place or something." First off, don't I have ANY say in this? It's like I'm a house guest or something. If I don't like the people THEY choose to move in, I can just move out. Second, once again I'm left completely in the dark until everything is decided. Then they inform me on what's going on.

I think I might just move out next year. The only thing is I don't know anyone who needs a roommate. But I feel like I don't really fit in here. I like B and G. They're cool, they don't treat me like total shit. But the personalities just don't fit right. I need a better environment. People who get me. People who don't spend 3/4 of their life talking about sex. People who are as weird as me. I know they think I'm weird. Especially when G shrieks "What the fuck is wrong with you?" like I just came after her with an ax or something. And frankly, I think they're pretty boring most of the time.