How much is too much? … Why I wont share my bathroom again

Hi you guys! Im Jared, the new contributing editor here in Mr. Sykes world and I hope that  over the next few weeks with my Opinionorials and Hot Topicons (my own words) you find out more about me and maybe even get a ki-ki. But mostly maybe ill find out a little bit more about myself too.

One of the things that a great close friend told me recently was, “Jardo,” (my friends call me Jardo by the way) “you know you have the biggest soul in the world but you have no heart.”

It didn’t take me long to know what she was talking about but I still asked what she met. “You know,” she began looking at me like was crazy, “that you would save a puppy out the middle of the road before you helped your little brother with his homework! You know that you would give the last bit of your food to help someone else but you would never vote for anyone on American Idol no matter the sob story!”

Well she said a lot of stuff. And I’m not going to write them all because I’m not a bad person. But what she said was true.

So one night I thought about this. “How can Jardo have a soul AND a heart?” and I swear the next day the Celestial being that you worship gave me my test.

The scenario:  School was ending and another one of my friends needed a place to stay… not for the summer but only until June 1st as she would be moving in a little after the beginning of May. She didn’t really have a family (or so she said) because her Mom had just died earlier that school year and she already had her apartment just needed a place to stay until it was ready on June 1^st.

So I opened my arms and gave her a key! I was going to be nice and loving and different. I mean she would be on the couch in a room that I didn’t use since I always go straight to my room after entering the door. She had just started a job so I probably wouldn’t even see her that often. AND we got along great! I felt that this would be an easy couple of weeks.

<sigh>

My nerves started to get itchy somewhere around week three. I went to the movie theater where she worked because she had so graciously put me on her family list and I was allowed to see free movies. So I went and was like, “Hark my Caucasian oppressors of olde! Allowth me passage into Iron Man 2 as I would like reap the benefits of the labors of my friend!” I should of KNEW something was wrong when she got a manager but the manager was all like, “She has been fired for two weeks.”

LIES under my roof! It began to feel like there was stranger in my house. Why wouldn’t she tell me that she was let go? Where was she now during the day? Yes this was NOT looking good at all!

Shortly thereafter I would notice that my bathroom was ALWAYS occupied right at the time that I would need to use it. “But it was fine.” I would reassure myself because June 1^st was right around the corner.

And then it came! I expected her friends to come and help her move out and a cute little envelope with my money (no she was not living there for free! No heart remember?) and my keys placed gently upon the breakfast bar….

But that day came and went. And a new date was given. June 10^th.

She had gotten a new job (don’t ask me where) and had stopped sleeping over…. most of the time. I didn’t know where she was staying (with my key) but all I do know was that right when I thought it was comfortable to walk around the house in my underwear again, I was signing up to give a free peep show.

But I decided to ride it out. 10 days was not long, barely a week and a half…

Then it came! I had an interview that morning so I went happy and knowing that as soon as I came back I would be able to strip in the middle of the kitchen, blast my music, and runway walk all through the apartment! And of course my money and keys would be gently placed in an envelope with a smiley face and “Thanks for everything” written on top of it.

<sigh> But this time no new date was given. And even though she wasn’t here all the time my house had become a storage facility. And it seams like it will stay this way.

I must tell you that at this point I am mad. And its not really because I haven’t been paid, its not really because I cant walk around in my underwear anymore, and its not really because my small apartment is now a storage facility. Its REALLY because of what was said the other day.

I received a text that ensured me that my apartment and the money would be given to me “Soon”. And that was fine. But then I was told (in more words or less), “Its just hard to do this by myself ever since my mother died.”

Tugging on something that does not exist is making me mad.

So back to the title, How much is too much? How much of this artificial heart do I give before I’m being used for my meager resources? Is this what happens when you open your arms to someone?

I assure you, I wont be doing that again. Just goes to show you…no matter how fertile the soil, a flower cannot grow with a seed.

~Jardo