my roomate is presently going through an identity crisis.
it happens. in fact, most of us have been there ourselves.
somewhere towards the middle to end of college, we begin wondering who we are, and why we are so much like all the people around us.
this, naturally, leads to a personal revolution.
we try new things, read alot more, buy different clothes, drink alot, etc...
this is all perfectly normal, and i am quite glad that my roomate is experiencing all of this.
except that i am not glad that he is experiencing all of this. in fact, i am getting kind of pissed off.
and this is why:
my roomate's new identity looks almost exactly like mine.
since i have met him, my roomate has
gotten dark framed glasses
started watching independant and foreign films
started painting and writing poetry
has begun listening to jazz
has created his own online diary
and is now using my camera to take black and white photos.
now, dont think that i am being overly egotistical here.
i am aware that all of the above mentioned things do not belong to me exclusively.
i am also keenly aware that i stole all of those passtimes from other people myself.
but the thing is that he does not have one new hobby that wasnt already a hobby of mine.
and it bugs me.
not that he doesnt have a right to get involved in these things, its america, he can do whatever he wants.
it bugs me because all these things made me eccentric.
these hobbies and interests made me an individual.
and i am aware that there is a whole sub-culture of people who are just as individualistic as me by doing the exact same things as i.
but here's the deal. they dont live in the same room as i.
its annoying. i just wish he could find his own form of individuality. his own personhood.
like model trains. why cant he be into model trains?
of course the problem i am faced with is this:
do i change my style to once again gain a form of individuality (maybe start dressing like a lion tamer?) or do i learn to accept and appreciate the doppleganger sleeping in the bed next to mine?
imitation, after all, is the greatest compliment. right?
i dont know.
this whole ordeal gives me all the more reason to live in a cave hundreds of miles away from even the most remote village. a village that would never understand the value of a kevin smith film.
or maybe, just maybe, i am too egotistical.
myabe its all in my head.
maybe there is enough room in the creative world for all of us, my roomate included.
my only problem with that idea is if its true,
i'll have to find another reason to complain.
11:42 a.m. - 2004-07-13
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