It official—I hate my roommate.
Backstory: he’s a student teacher.
Okay, we’re back. So, he comes storming into our house, wakes me up from my nap, immediately starts pissing and moaning about a kid in his P.E. class with Asperger’s. “Isn’t that where you can do math and, like, nothing else in life?”
OKAY. HERE WE GO. This is the part in the story where I rip him a new one. I told him that I have/have had several people in my life with Asperger’s and he was being terribly offensive and having Asperger’s DOES NOT LIMIT your ability to advance yourself in life.
Then he told me that the kid had a “seizure” but he thought that he was faking it because he still remembered his “seizure” the next day. So I told him that just because he doesn’t suffer from memory loss when he has a breakdown doesn’t mean that he’s faking it.
Then he told me I was being argumentative and I told him he was being an asshole and he should probably stop talking to me immediately.
Moral of the story: DON’T BE AN INSENSITIVE ASSHOLE.
Also, don’t wake me up from a nap.
Whew, okay. I'm gonna go punch a hole in my wall now.