Greed

Yes, I'm greedy. I yearn to make ends meet, but at the same time I live alone in a two-bed apartment that costs, once utilities are included, about $600 per month. Naturally, I could halve many of my costs by recruiting a roommate to put in the other room, but my landlord wouldn't like that at all and frankly neither would I. I've lived with roommates in the past, and indeed one of them is now my best friend, but I honestly love having my own place. Freedom to decorate as I please; I can watch TV whenever I want; I can put my music on as I please; I don't have to worry about somebody else moving my stuff.

The last place I was in one of my roommates was a bit of an asshole and a neat-freak. They had an island in the kitchen and my god did I love that island. I'd come home and toss my stuff on it, throw my coat over a chair back and head to my room. When I came out of my room, oftentimes I'd find my stuff moved to the wall next to my room and the island clear of anything. He didn't move my stuff because he needed the space, and he didn't ask me if he could, and he didn't ever talk to me about not putting my stuff on the counter. One day when I had been living there for a couple months he decided that it was OK for him to move my stuff. He's pretty damn lucky I'm an easygoing guy.

The point is that right now on my couch (I'm in class at school right now) there's a clipboard, a pair of sunglasses and a sweatshirt. Nobody's going to move that stuff because it's my place! And when I'm watching TV, nobody's going to come in and ask me about what I'm watching! Because it's my place! And I'm willing to pay extra for that. So sue me if it's a bit expensive and there are poor starving children in Africa, or any other organization that could use my time and money. Frankly, that takes too much work.

TRH