I made a futile vow today that I wouldn\’t talk about people behind their backs. Prehaps, maybe it was almost futile.
While my friend Boris was in my apartment, I hissed about how I was shocked that my roommate was staying in Berkeley over spring break. And that caused me to be disoriented.
When I came back, I did my usual cursory look at her room to see if she was there. Satisfied that she wasn\’t, I started ranting about her to Boris. Then Boris told me that she was there. A fear went up and down my spine. She knew what I thought of her. She knew. I told myself that I probably would be ready for the talk. I sat down on my bed and planned my next action. Tell her honestly what i thought about her being my roommate. That it was only 2 more months left.
I felt like a fool.
But then I asked Boris suddenly why he thought my roommate was there. he said he heard clicking noises. Like a keyboard clacking. I bravely pushed to the room and peeked. Nobody on the bed. Nobody at her desk. It was only her electric sonic insect zapper that kept clicking over and over again.
Was this supposed to be my second chance?