Its wonderful weather out and our condo is unbelievably stuffy. So, every morning I get up and go down to the kitchen. Before putting the water on for my tea I open the blinds in the kitchen to let in the sun light. I would open the windows too but I don't think they have ever been opened in the entire 9 years this place has been standing. Someone keeps promising to open them for me ... but I think the hot pockets were more interesting. Or maybe it was the comfy bed... Anyhow, they don't open at the moment. While I'm waiting for the water to heat up I go into the living room, open the venetian blinds, and slide open the glass door to our back patio. All day long there is fresh air blowing and sun light streaming through the windows. It makes working at home suck a little less.
*clock strikes 4p* This means the roommate has come home from work. Eesh.
The first thing he does after religiously taking off his shoes is march his scrawny little ass over to the patio door and slam it shut. EVERY SINGLE TIME! Ok, psycho! It’s like a little ritual. He doesn't say a word to me about why he does it and he doesn't say a word about not wanting it open. What the crap is that about?
I've decided he's a psycho and that's all there is to it. Psycho.
UPDATE:
The psycho finally decided to say something. As I was running (literally) out the door for class (and unable to find my keys) he whipped open the door to his room and attempted to start a 'casual conversation' as I was half way down the stairs. I felt like a teenager trying to sneak out past curfew. "How's it goin?" he says. "Good, you?" I respond as I stand there trying to look as hurried as possible. "Off to class" "Yep" "Well, on a side note..." Oh great...here it comes... He proceeds to tell me that he would prefer that the door not be open if no one is downstairs. WTF? Psycho! No, make that PARANOID psycho! We live in an extremely peaceful neighborhood with lots of families and nothing bad ever happens. Yet he insists that everything must be locked down. Grrr! I pushed him on how concerned he really is about it and he brought up the screen door not having a lock. Its a screen door! WTF would a lock do? Its the middle of the day and I'm home. I'm pretty sure I would hear someone stealing your TV. I didn't have time to argue. I finally gave up, said "ok" and left. This kid needs help.