It’s the Thought That Counts… Right?

My roommates and I have been getting along lately (thus the lack of posts, sorry). We’ve been connecting over our similar struggles and the pressures/expectations that we face from our family.

I really felt like we were bonding and getting closer, especially when Sara and Sarah surprised me with presents on my birthday. I didn’t expect any show of kindness from them, so I was pretty stoked that they cared to do anything for me at all.

Sara presented me with a white cardigan, and Sarah gave me a pair of flip flops with strawberries on them. Since I was expecting something along the lines of a plastic spork or a paper clip, the fact that these were both items I had wanted made me rethink my opinion that the Sara(h)s were completely thoughtless jerks. Maybe they really had noticed that I didn’t have much warm clothing (all my clothes equal about 1/4 of each of their wardrobes) and that I like strawberries (baby steps!).

“I’m so glad you like the cardigan!” Sara exclaimed happily.

“Yeah, I do. Thank you so much! How did you know I needed one?” I meant it as a rhetorical question.

“Oh, it was easy. I just went through your computer and found your list of things you’re saving money for,” she responded nonchalantly.

She snooped through my computer?! So much for having any privacy. I didn’t know how to react, but (un)fortunately, I was saved from having to deal with Sara’s obvious intrusion by Sarah calling attention to her gift.

“Um, Roommate, can you wear these flip flops tomorrow? I need you to wear them first so I can borrow them afterward.”

Thank you, Sarah. Thank you for reminding me that you are, in fact, selfish and tactless.