As My Hair Fall...

Its getting harder. Day by day. Everyday. I had thought that over a period of time i would adjust to it, thar things would be ok. But i was so off the mark.

For the uninitiated, i am talking about sharing my room with my cousin who will be staying with us till she gets done with her 12th, which is thankfully just a few more months away. She doesn't have a separate room because her father, that is my uncle, happens to think that she would then be completely isolated and lonely. Plus he doesn't want her to be an inconvenience. Gee how nice.

Soon as i start thinking that now i am ok with having her around, that i have adjusted to her and all, some small thing happens that sends me fuming again. It could be something as small as her crawling across my bed to get to the other side of the room or going to the loo to talk with her boyfriend, sitting their for hours or being overtly inquisitive and curious about anything and everything that i've got to say to Aakriti or using our things as if she has every right. Argh! these are just a few examples (which might not be very convincing : ).

I look forward to Fridays because thats when she goes to her own house (for the weekends) and dread Monday afternoons as thats when she comes back (to haunt me).

Everyone else has had their minor adjustments to make and more or less HAS become comfortable enough about becoming 5 from 4. More or less they all simply happen to go about things like nothing is different. But then again, they are not the ones sharing their room with her. Technically though, i am wrong since even Aakriti shares the room. But then again, she NEVER has a problem with adjusting to anyone!

I know that its petty and kiddish (definitely NOT 20ish!) to crib and blog about something so meaningless and mundane, and that i should be nice and understanding and all since she is living away from her family. But then, i don't feel that guilty because she makes up for all that with her own brand of bitchiness and indifferent attitude towards everyone (including my parents which i HATE). Even the occasional bouts of empathy are soon put to rest thanks to this. So yeah, no worries about my conscience in the least.

PS: i know this post isn't exactly Pulitzer material but i still don't know the art of converting pettiness into intellectual banter. :)