too nice

I wouldn't consider myself to be emotional. I don't suffer from the "touchy feely" affliction that so many seem burdened by. But I wouldn't think of myself as a complete bitch or anything either. Upon coming to Santa Cruz everyone was very nice and friendly. Everyone was open to meeting all the people around them- you live with them, kind of have to. The ones you meet whom you don't like, just don't bother with them in the future. That was my feeling at least.

And yet, it seems as though the people that I did decide I liked were still just a little too nice. They don't people watch (enjoying the mess of humanity parades around daily for my own personal amusement). I can't make fun of the irony of the hippy girl who won't shave her legs, yet won't wear anything besides long skirts of pants that hide them (clearly she's not fully comfortable with her decision, and neither am I). They found it rude when I reminded the owners of one room that they were allowed to kick out my roommate because she wouldn't stop making random noises while one of them was trying to sleep- it's their room, they have a right to peace and quiet and to remove the noisy offender. Just trying to help. It's the odd things that I find totally acceptable that they seem to be ticked off by that confuse me most. I don't know how to fix something if I don't know that what I'm doing is offensive. I've pointed this out to them- if you have issue with something I do, tell me. Otherwise I'll never know to fix it. This is a slippery slope I'll have to learn to navigate, or maybe it's good for them to get a dose of reality and thicken up their skins a bit. The world isn't concerned about your emotions either- learn to deal with it.