You are three of my favourite, most beautiful and lovely people I know. :)
I just came across this though and it sums up so much how I feel about living with you guys. I'm sorry for being so rubbish such a lot... I thought I'd edit it a bit and share it with you on here so hopefully I'll keep remembering next time I'm feeling grumpy. Sorry and I love you! xx
"...The reality is, I do a fairly decent job of covering up my tracks on all the mistakes I make. I can paint a grand picture of myself if I want to. I can be the [girl] who has it all together. [I've been a Christian for nearly ten years, I'm stuck into a church, leading an Impact group at CU, getting pretty good grades in uni, I have a plan(ish) for after I graduate.] Yeah, I can paint a good picture.
But there's one problem. [house]mates. Just when you think you can fool everyone, you turn around and have to walk back in the door of the place where you live. These people ruin everything. They know how late I sleep. They see me at 3:30 in the afternoon still in my pajamas. They see me check the caller ID and choose not to pick up the phone. They hear me through the walls, talking on the phone, saying unkind things to friends far away. They see me hesitate momentarily from changing the channel, taken in by some[shallow TV programme]. They hear my spout out ideas and statements before I have the chance to write them down and edit them ... They know when I've been hanging out with a [boy], and are just annoying enough to grinningly inquire if something is going on they should know about. They even hear my attempt to make funny jokes and are kind enough to act like they didn't hear them (because they weren't that funny).
It's quite a terrifying thing for someone like me. Sure, I [could] sit down and write a lot of great ideas. I [could] write some beautiful [blogs] about the essential need for community. I [could] paint an alluring image of the fruit of community. I can keep community tucked away safely in my head. But my [house]mates screw it all up. They force me into community. Whether I like it or not. All philosophies are out the window. We're dealing with the fine art of living now. I can deal with the rest of the world. It's coming home that's usually the hardest thing. And it's not because these people are horrible. It's because I can be.
They are a mirror. I get to see what it's like to live with me and deal with me day in and day out. It's not always all that fun. Thank God for grace. Thank God for not getting what I deserve. Thank God for the fruits of the Spirit my close friends show me time and again. These people save me from wrong turns and aid in the deflation of my ego (a daunting task to be sure). If I get caught by my [house]mates trying to play myself up to someone, they're there to bring me back to reality. They're there to talk with, laugh with, watch TV with, run errands with, fight with and make amends with. They drive me nuts and fill me with joy all in the same breathe. It's usually not an ideal way to live, but I am thankful for them nonetheless. They are my curse and my blessing. They are my mirror."
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