If it's unacceptable to be insensitive, sloppy, and reckless (e.g. perpetually leaving the kitchen in a mess, disconnecting the fire alarm then leaving the fire on the stove blithely burning), then I have no regrets about moving your things. A good roommate isn't defined by hollow gestures of inclusivity, but by sensitivity to boundaries, tidiness, and prudence in and with shared space. You were cognizant of, if not deliberate in, inconveniencing me. You were a monster, and I owe you no respect.
If, on the other hand, your behavior was acceptable, I still insist I am no villain. I was angry and drunk and cleaning. If I happened to misplace your misplaced belongings, if I happened to be insensitive, sloppy, and reckless, I guess that's just the shit ocean we live in. Because catharsis is important and so is a clean kitchen, I have no regrets.
But, on the nose, I'm writing this because I have regrets. Because you confronted me with aggression and I closed my door. Because you stopped my door with your foot and came into my room with your anger. Because your gendered insults ("little bitch") resonated for me in a place of fear; because, no matter how much I'd like to believe your straight-boy misogyny precludes homophobia, I can't.
You occupy political positions with the authority of truth and neutrality. That flagrant aggression seems objectively preferable to passive aggression is because you believe in objectivity. Your various privileges blind you to the sexism and ableism intrinsic to the epistemic construction of the category "passive aggressive".
If, on the other hand, your behavior was acceptable, I still insist I am no villain. I was angry and drunk and cleaning. If I happened to misplace your misplaced belongings, if I happened to be insensitive, sloppy, and reckless, I guess that's just the shit ocean we live in. Because catharsis is important and so is a clean kitchen, I have no regrets.
But, on the nose, I'm writing this because I have regrets. Because you confronted me with aggression and I closed my door. Because you stopped my door with your foot and came into my room with your anger. Because your gendered insults ("little bitch") resonated for me in a place of fear; because, no matter how much I'd like to believe your straight-boy misogyny precludes homophobia, I can't.
You occupy political positions with the authority of truth and neutrality. That flagrant aggression seems objectively preferable to passive aggression is because you believe in objectivity. Your various privileges blind you to the sexism and ableism intrinsic to the epistemic construction of the category "passive aggressive".
