There is this girl on the second floor who has earned my wrath. She's an acquaintance, but I'm friends with her suitemates. Usually she's a mild annoyance, but this week she's gone too far.
Not only did the girl in question buy a copy of the book by she-who-must-not-be-named, but she bought a collection of books by that woman. She then had the audacity to show them to me.
"How are you?"
"I'm excited. I ordered some books during break, and they're here."
"Yeah? Did you get textbooks, or what?"
"I got a collection of books by Ayn Rand, who's great..."
And with that, I slammed the door in her face. It was tricky, because I was in her room at the time, but I did it anyway. In hindsight, I probably should have let her finish her sentence, in case she went on to say "...great for bonfires and inducing vomiting." That's probably the only acceptable end to that sentence.
I refuse to talk to her now. When she last tried to make small talk with me, after the incident, I told her to go to hell and take her Ayn Rand books with her.
I feel totally justified in doing it, but everyone else in the building thinks I'm a jerk because they don't get it. Hopefully at least someone who reads this blog agrees with me.
