Fight #91

Damn it. It really pisses me off sometimes when you’re so mad you start arguing with someone and you get the other person all revved up too and then eventually neither of you can really remember what you were fighting about. It started out innocently enough, I had told him I’d gotten a lab position (finally) and excitedly told him about how I’d be working with rats in the lab (along with methamphetamine and cocaine). So we’re talking about that and then he says, “wait, I need to look something up for someone” I ask which one? He says Gay Guy and I say oh really. He says, “No, it’s for >tramp #2<, (yes, she has risen in rank from cabbage girl) I can’t lie to you”. I go off on him. And he gets mad about how I’m riding him about his *friends*. And I get even more pissed because I was right (that anything he brings up about anything has* to relate to one of the 3 hookers since he spends every hour of every day with them), and he lied to me and the fact that it bothers me this much but that he can’t let these whores go (even if X thousands of people go to doshisha) and he has to cling to them because they’re ‘his only friends’ and it just happens to have to be the girls that he (even if it was just one time) lay on a bed with/drank till morning with and other times being overly friendly with. So the argument rises and I tell him how, unlike him, every picture I take with people does not involve hanging onto guys (or in his case, girls). He looks up pictures and can’t refute, although yes, we have proven that apparently I take the majority of the pictures for the club. And he starts saying ridiculous things like 'fine, I'll stop taking pictures with them' and it's completely absurd because I have no idea why anyone would go through such lengths. Especially because I know that it's probably going to end up that he's attached to the three prostitutes by the hip till the end of the year (most likely longer because they are the most oh so amazing girls he has ever come across).

So we’re fighting, him mad that I’m telling him not to have friends (according to him) and me mad that it seems he spends every waking moment (other than when I get my hour) with the three slags (even though they don’t seem to have anything intelligent to contribute other than being *the* best home wreckers in all of japan). I'm also frustrated with him for seemingly not making any effort because it’s too easy or comfortable to stay with these bimbos for the rest of the year (or more, because they’re f r I e n d s). He says I'm annoying and goes on to even say that they’re just like me. No, I don’t make it my past time hobby to break up people’s relationships by introducing the separate parties to potential partners, and I’m pretty sure I don’t sleep over in other guys’ rooms, or invite men over for drinks to get inebriated (because, honestly now, in all of japan, >*the* country of public intoxication<, there is absolutely no other place to go out drinking but to a girl’s bedroom). And I get even more upset as I realize that I get to deal with this for the next 2+ years (if I choose to of course).

By the way, thinking that another person is sexually promiscuous based on their public code of conduct is called freedom of speech and thought; just as the other person is free to do whatever the hell they want as long as it doesn’t affect me in any way. However, how I decide to react to said person’s actions is also my choice. [These women can be friends and of course (the best ice breaker ever, right), you’ve had the TALK upon meeting someone new in a foreign country. No, they’ve never slept with anyone and of course they’re completely clean. Who on earth would advertise that they screwed so and so and the rash that just won’t go away wasn’t just an allergic reaction from synthetic detergents? ]

Hopefully, with the new lab job and a potential job offering at a forensics lab, I can get away from this mess and stop being hounded by these floozies. It’s funny but what would probably would have made my day at my moment of utter chaos and frustration would be saying hi to the whore bags and tell them to stay the hell away from my boyfriend, (but of course then he wouldn’t have a harem to drink with anymore so I can’t do that).

In the next life, I need to remember to stay the hell away from people with the asian obsession because A. they’ll leave you for said country/other women/both B. travel will always be on the agenda and in all honesty, ldr’s simply suck sometimes

So went off to judo to blow off some steam but of course, when it rains, it pours. Two people arrive at my door at the time agreed on but my roommate’s car is blocking my car (4 spaces for 2 apt with 10 girls total means constant double parking) and I just could not get a hold of her even by the time another 2 people were on their way. We try to get it out but there is a 10 in space front and back, in addition to a fence on one side so had to inconvenience a very sweet friend to lend a car and then after 20 minutes we were on our way. It’s great to see how far along the club’s getting, there were at least 15 people waiting outside the dojo when we get there (because our group had the keys). Head sensei was out so we had a black belt and senpai run the class. Went pretty well, but then the judo overlord has to come and stand in the corner like a huge rain cloud. We’re all just about to leave as the class was over, but the man with the biggest god complex I have ever seen walks onto the mat and said that if we’re not registered under such and such and we get hurt during a class, then we will sue him and he will lose his house (note that the latter was repeated verbatim* until I lost count. He talks down to us for another 15 minutes or so until Army Boy agrees with him to get him to shut up and we can finally leave because unlike the children he thinks we are, everyone had work waiting at home. I only wish that the resident black belts at the moment was in their dojo or at least their own element because X is apparently really good with dealing with such people-probably have to deal with a lot of egomaniacs when working with law enforcement/private training sessions. Came home and stewed a little more because I guess some people can fall out of love for a span of half a day and then fall right back in love with a person again, but I can’t help being okay with this situation because my love blindness is *that* bad already.

P.S., the lab interview came as a surprise since I had gone in thinking I wouldn’t get it, but spent an hour speaking to Professor X about epigenetics, drug addiction, experimentation methods, post graduation options, etc. So guess I now have connections if I ever want to move to Vancouver. I admire this person who works all the time about something that can really benefit a lot of people. But at the same time, he seems to have sacrificed a lot (moving away from family to a distant state) and I wonder if I can do that if I need to. I wonder if that is what they refer to as a person’s ‘life’s work’, putting family, potential happiness on the back burner so that what can and needs to be done at the moment will be taken care of. I can consume myself with work and live with a cat (there would be so much less melodrama that way). And I wouldn’t have to deal with bouts of being sad because of horrific women. I love female friends as much as I love finding the empty toilet roll, or stepping in dog shit because they *always* find a way to break even the most seemingly stable of relationships. Oh, and we made up at the end of the day (I think) so it's a temporary happy ending.