I'm going to vent here a little bit.
My roommate/friend/Landlord,J, has a friend named Ryan. Ryan and his wife got into an argument a couple of days ago and Ryan has been camping here ever since.
I am sick of Ryan.
All he's done is sleep, pop Xanex and go out for smokes. Everytime I ask him how he's feeling, he says some stupid shit about, 'Trying to die.'
He's depressed and spiraling and I am unsympathetic.
No. Not unsympathetic. I am actively pissed off at the guy.
He's not a fucking vegetable. He's not rooted to the ground, prey to the whims of the elements and seasons. He's not a fucking plant. He's a man and he should make some fucking decisions, like going the fuck home and dealing with his wife. Or get divorced. Or go back and get some tail on the side. Something! Anything!
This passivity shit REALLY gets on my nerves.
I swear to God, if I ask him again how he's feeling and he says "Trying to die" or some shit like that, I'm picking up the nearest heavy object and braining him, the stupid, whiny fucker.
Thank you for listening.
