Today while folding boxes at Pizza Hut, I realized that Eleanor does not, in fact, hate me. This has been the prevailing theory in my mind for the past... two months? Whenever she moved in.
She loves me. That is why she is angry at me all the time.
We had a conversation while standing in line at Wendy's on Friday waiting to eat lunch. In it, we reaffirmed the truth that we are almost exact opposites. My hair is wavy and red, hers is curly and blonde. I am a boy, she is a girl. Those sorts of things.
Then she said something that didn't click until tonight. She said that I don't care about anything (with regards to jobs and money) and she does. We explored this idea further and I revealed that I don't really care about getting a "good" job, per se (which, granted, is a totally different mindset than 18-year-old Levi's), while she does.
So along comes Saturday and Sunday, and I am working full-time at Pizza Hut indefinitely (well, part-time for now, once this summer job for Professor Ballenger finishes, then I will be working there full-time). And she is angry at me because (in her mind) I am throwing my life/good opportunities down the drain. By taking a year off (read: dropping out), I am resigning (for however long) from the game of college/life: get a degree, get a job, get a mortgage, work, sleep, eat, and die.
This is driving her anger towards me, I think. Not just that, but the fact that I am happy to do these things, to be a full-time Pizza Hut employee. This drives her nuts and she can't really comprehend how I could be happy.
This is good news, overall. At least she doesn't hate me, I realize now. We can go back to being normal friends.
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