This blog is a place to process truth and reality in the world as I experience it. In particular, I plan to focus on the construction and communication of identities, musing that has become a core part of my own identity. While musing, I often am amused, but in no way mean to be trite with the identities of others. This discussion should not be read as a proposal of absolutes; we see and know in part, here in the Shadowlands.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Room 3 Guy

We're living in a temporary rental place right now with 2 other renters and our dog. The quietest being in the house is the dog. Quiet, if you don't count scratching, excessive killing of his squeaky toy, and deep sighs of content and discontent, depending on whether supper, walks, and head massages have recently occurred. The loudest is the guy who stays in room 3.

Room 3 Guy likes to take over the shared living space as soon as he comes home. And I do mean take over. If someone is talking, don't you worry...he can whistle his way right into the living room, conversation, and any topic going. Room 3 Guy is on the larger size so if he walks through some of the smaller spaces, you'll need to move so he can fit. Room 3 Guy puts his laptop on the kitchen table, turns the TV on to his preferred channel, and starts a blackjack game on the house computer in the living room. This leaves 3 rooms left in the house unoccupied: Rooms 1 and 2, and the bathroom. But sometimes Room 3 Guy has to go to the bathroom...at that point, only 2 rooms: our room and Room 2 Guy's.

Most importantly, though, when discussing shared space: Room 3 Guy is a talker. My husband says I have "one of those faces" that people spill their guts to...but the point is, I don't think people who have the illness which I refer to as verbal diarrhea realize that constant talking is like smoking. The only people who actually enjoy the sound of it are other people who share the habit. The others, if they are anything like me (which is undoubtedly arrogant to think), are quickly looking for a breath of fresh air.

Room 3 Guy has a laugh like Santa Clause. Except, instead of "ho ho ho" it's "heh heh heh". On our walk last night to the park with the quiet being in the house, my husband and I talked about this laugh. Why and when did he use it - should it be taken as actual mirth or some other signal? It appears that this laugh occurs most frequently when he is talking about something uncomfortable, entering a room without knowing who'll be there, doing something he doesn't enjoy, or wanting to soften something he says...sort of like adding "Bless their heart" to the end of a sentence. I know I have at least a couple different laughs myself, and those who know me well just roll their eyes at the fake one but accept it as the gift of appreciation that I'm intending! I think if Room 3 Guy would really laugh, it would have no word endings. In fact I know it; I heard him laughing while sitting at the shared computer, at a joke on the TV, while I was eating in Room 1, because his laptop was on the kitchen table.

But I don't actually mind.
I adore Room 1...heh heh heh.
And I really do love hearing people laugh!

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