Such a Guy
Feb. 13th, 2008 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyykiThose of you who know my roommate, M, know that she's not the most feminine woman around. She's got a mouth that would make a sailor blush, she wouldn't be caught dead in a "girly" moment, and she has a competitive streak to rival any guy. I've come to realize that, in fact, she is a guy inside.
This came to me this weekend, when she got sick. You know that "typical" male sickness behavior, where the person turns into a big baby and whines and pouts around and absolutely refuses to do anything? Welcome to my weekend. No matter that there was no food in the house, I had to search around for delivery places to get something to eat until she was feeling good enough to go grocery shopping on Monday. Ugh.
When I'm sick I sequester. I go and hide out and leave everyone alone, and make absolutely no demands on anyone. I want to be left alone to heal and leave everyone else alone myself. I still want to cook for myself, and if I absolutely had to get something done when I was still able to drive I went and did it, no matter how bad I felt.
What flatlined her? A cold. Runny nose, fever, and... well, that's about it. I've had times where I felt so bad that I wanted someone to shoot me, but I've never wanted someone to shoot me because someone else was sick before.
This came to me this weekend, when she got sick. You know that "typical" male sickness behavior, where the person turns into a big baby and whines and pouts around and absolutely refuses to do anything? Welcome to my weekend. No matter that there was no food in the house, I had to search around for delivery places to get something to eat until she was feeling good enough to go grocery shopping on Monday. Ugh.
When I'm sick I sequester. I go and hide out and leave everyone alone, and make absolutely no demands on anyone. I want to be left alone to heal and leave everyone else alone myself. I still want to cook for myself, and if I absolutely had to get something done when I was still able to drive I went and did it, no matter how bad I felt.
What flatlined her? A cold. Runny nose, fever, and... well, that's about it. I've had times where I felt so bad that I wanted someone to shoot me, but I've never wanted someone to shoot me because someone else was sick before.
