A Whole New World

Contemplating the weirdness factor of sharing living space with the
aforementioned (on numerous occasions) male best friend and deciding
that since we're moving tonight, cancelling said plan of cohabitation
would neither be timely nor polite.

Sadly, it isn't sharing living space with a boy that concerns me, it
is the mixture of old (him) with new (my other roommates). I have a
habit of compartmentalizing my life. I fear the person I am around him
is incompatible with the one these others are adjusted to. Perhaps
it's time to create a new personality to distribute to the world, one
that is at least consistent enough to allow social circles to
commingle. That, though, would be simple.

Also to be considered is the he knows much about me and my life that
these others do not. Most likely, his presence (really, my truth) will
scare them away. Fine.

These next few weeks promise to be challenging and not in the
traditional re-boot of the academic mind way, but in the must readjust
to living with people that aren't required to be my family. Bad habits
must be hidden, laundry must be done, and raging bouts of selfishness
will be subdued.

Negotiations have already begun about portions of closet space. He is
a boy, how many pieces of clothing could he own? I hope not many.