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Sounds like my version of hell. I want to be left alone to do the things I like, my way.
If I had to eat Franks idea of spaghetti every second week, or deal with old Beatrice telling me I missed a spot on the window ledge where a mote of dust had landed, I’d kill myself right there on the spot.
I’m fine with community, but I don’t want it forced into my personal space.
Sounds like my version of hell. I want to be left alone to do the things I like, my way.
If I had to eat Franks idea of spaghetti every second week, or deal with old Beatrice telling me I missed a spot on the window ledge where a mote of dust had landed, I’d kill myself right there on the spot.
I’m fine with community, but I don’t want it forced into my personal space.
Pretty much sums up my opinion of the arrangement.
Yeah same