ROOMIE
well i’ve already taken all of these biology classes so it wouldn’t be a big jump
ME
Makes sense enough. How long have you been interested in it?
ROOMIE
huh?
ME
In acupuncture?
ROOMIE
who said i was interested in it?
ME
…
I mean, you said you were going to be an acupuncturist so I just assumed.
ROOMIE
yeah i know. i haven’t decided yet.
ME
If you’re going to do it?
ROOMIE
if i’m interested in it
ME
You haven’t decided if you’re interested in it yet?
ROOMIE
yup
ME
… but you made the decision to do it? Professionally?
ROOMIE
yup
I wonder what it’s like to live in Cleo’s brain. Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand how we get along, because we couldn’t be more different. I’m decisive. I know what I want, and I plan how to get there. Cleo’s a pogo stick, bouncing in every direction, hoping she lands somewhere she likes.
I don’t think I do things the right way. And I don’t think Cleo does things the wrong way. I think we just both do things our way, and maybe that’s why it works.
When I first moved in, I made a point to keep my distance. Just roommates, nothing more. I even went as far as writing my name on all my groceries for the first two weeks to make it clear. I didn’t touch her food; she didn’t touch mine. My door stayed shut, keeping both her and Socks out. I turned down every movie night she suggested, not budging an inch.
