I’m unjustifiably furious with my housemate 90% of the time. I really hate so many things about her. She fails to pick up on social cues, meaning I have to listen to her godawful boring stories or ideas or read her stupid notebooks or watch her stupid videos for ages, even though I’m trying to make it clear I’m not interested or I’m trying to get on with something else. She also tries to give off an air of being highly intelligent and almost world-weary which really pisses me off. You’re nineteen, you’ve never had a job or a s***** partner or a real friend who’s not your mother, what do you actually know about anything important? NOTHING. And you’re in no position to dismiss intellectual theories that you haven’t fully read and understood, it would actually make you look smarter if you acknowledged humbly that you don’t understand them or think that the people who wrote them probably know a thing or two you don’t. Also you have no sense of style at all. Even when you try. You just don’t understand what not looking like a middle-aged shapeless blob with blatantly tacky jewellery is. One of the worst things is that you think you have the measure of me and other people. You assume you know what we’re thinking or our actions can be explained by “personality types” which are meaningless b******* designed to help socially inferior people like you feel less lost in the world of humanity. Is there anything more insulting and demeaning than somebody thinking you are easy to read and they know everything about you? Just deny me any complexity or originality why don’t you. You don’t know everything about me, you don’t know how much I f****** hate your guts, and how I’m racking my brain for any excuse not to live with you next year.