Let’s Talk About Underwear

Hi guys! Let me quickly update you. I had a single room first semester because I am on substance free floor, and not enough people want to be on substance free floor so I got lucky. This semester I got Peggy. Peggy is my new roommate. She had issues with her old roommate, and was placed with me. Peggy has the best intentions. She is a super sweet girl, who really tries to be nice. Peggy is also a nightmare. The day she moved in, she moved all my stuff so that she could have 75% of the room. While she was moving in, if I told her I didn’t want to move something that I owned she would say “Oh don’t worry, I’ll help you move it!” Everything I own is either in my desk, under my bed, or in my closet. Meanwhile, dearest Peggy has under her bed, any free space, her closet, and her desk. That doesn’t sound like much, but I mean she has filled any free spot with stuff. This girl has more stuff than anyone I know. She had a clear box (the kind you use for Christmas decorations) and I asked what was in the box. She said it was her “extra stuff in case she runs out of anything.” She has three of those huge boxes filled with extra stuff. She has two extra standing organizers filled with clothes, a full closet, an overflowing dresser, and the top of her desk has so much stuff on it that she can’t fit her laptop on it to do work. Darling Peggy also likes to keep the room cold.  I mean so cold that I wear my winter coat to bed along with fuzzy socks and four blankets. When I close the window, she opens it for “a little air circulation, it won’t even get cold.” I literally shiver in my own room. She also broke the lock on our door because she didn’t want to have to take her keys to the bathroom. She didn’t even tell me she broke it. I just came back to an unlocked door. Then she told me that I broke the lock. Well dear Peggy, it was locked and working when I had left for the day and it was broken when I came back. So she is a little selfish in this way. She doesn’t mean to take up all the space or freeze me or break our door or have a million things, but she does. She just doesn’t think about others because her comfort comes first.

When it came to the door issue, I politely asked her to just keep the door locked. She said that she doesn’t want to bring her key to the bathroom. I finally had to tell her that I have PTSD and if she doesn’t keep the door locked, I will be having constant panic attacks. Finally that got her to just take her stupid key to the bathroom. She’s pretty airheaded too. So when she broke our door she emailed the person who fixes it and asked if they could come. That person asked her what time she would be in her room on Monday and Peggy said 2:30. Peggy didn’t tell me any of that. 2:30 on Monday rolled around and I was alone in the dorm when some guy knocked on our door. When I asked Peggy if he knew he was coming she said “I had no clue, they just asked me what time I would be back on Monday.” Obviously the guy was coming Monday, some time after 2:30, but Paige went out to eat and didn’t tell me he was coming. It’s a good thing I was there or he wouldn’t have been able to fix our room because one of us has to present when they work on the dorms. This also happened when she broke her dresser.

The last thing about Peggy is that she is well, no sugar coating this, extremely disgusting. Don’t believe me? Ask the three half-full bottles of milk that are spoiled and sitting on top of her desk right behind me. Still don’t believe? Ask the pile of DIRTY, USED PANTIES SITTING ON TOP OF HER DRESSER RIGHT NEXT TO MY DESK. She has a dirty clothes hamper. She uses it for everything but underwear and dirty socks. If case you were wondering, Peggy likes lacy thongs in pink and purple. Oddly enough we both have the same purple lace thong 😉 . I WISH THAT I DIDN’T KNOW THAT BUT I DO BECAUSE IT IS DIRECTLY TO MY LEFT ON TOP OF A PILE OF USED THONGS. It is strange though because I only have one thong, I’m more of a boy-shorts with cute sayings on the butt kind of girl if you know what I mean 😉 . Just in general Peggy has crap everywhere. She has clothes, food, dirty dishes, and books everywhere.

She has the best intentions, she really does. Nevertheless, it’s slowly killing me. I am just counting the days until I can move in with my friend Melody. Melody, Madison, Jenny, and I are getting a suite next year, and I so can’t wait. Before any of you mention Mandy and say “Do you wish you let her move into your room?” Heeeeeeeccccckkkkk nooooooooooo. Peggy isn’t a friend so I have nothing to lose with her. She’s just a girl that one day all I’ll do is wave to her when she passes by. Such is life. Until next time! (I’m working on that story, I promise).

-AcuteAnimosity

Acupuncture

Acupuncture

Needles prick my squishy skin

They delve deep, weaving their spindles

Into my bone marrow

Softly they sigh as each

Pin settles in my body

It’s a snug fit that leaves no space

For any pathogens to enter

I’m wrapped in my sharp shirt

Arms hugging one another

Hello old friend

My muscles flex against the lustrous

Jacket, it’s just a bit too tight

But it keeps me chilled

I’m waiting on ice to stay fresh

For the guests who are hungry

Not to dissatisfy, I compress myself further

I am a marble

Transparent and blue inside

 My form-fitting acupuncture outfit

Makes me quite the

centerpiece for the party

Blind only to myself

The needles in my lens’ are

Unforgiving, but I’ve seen sight before

I’d rather be unseeing

Then I can plead ignorance on the stand

The bleached granite pedestal

I am placed up carefully

So as not to move the syringes

Aesthetically positioned in my complexion

The needles are plucked out one by one

Or peeled out all at once

So that the effects either fade

Or vanish, acupuncture

Why do I keep turning to you?

You’ve only ever left me gaping

And leaking, losing I’m losing

Lost, I’ve lost, past

Present, the tense makes no difference

Acupuncture, you fill me for a second

You reassure me of my doubts

And you give me new ones to

Overthink about, then you

Take your therapy and move on

To the next patient, who doesn’t need

Your sweet sting

But the rose on your thorn

Is your accidental catalyst

In creation, in creation, in creation

I get it, back, forth, back, forth

Better, bye, no

Wait, kiss me goodnight?

OKAY, so I put this at the end because I wanted you all to read this without knowing what it was about. I wanted you to be able to relate to this poem in your own way. I never once say what it is about in the poem, I tried to be very vague, so that you could have every opportunity to see what these words make you think of. However, I will tell you. I wrote this during an anxiety attack, and it’s a description of what my anxiety attacks feel like. I don’t want to say much more, because I don’t want you to lose your meaning of this poem, and because poetry is just a code, decipher it if you really want to know everything. Anyway! This was super hard to write, and I am still calming down from my anxiety attack, so I am going to leave. However, I would love to hear how you interpreted this poem so leave me a comment on your interpretation and thoughts!

-AcuteAnimosity