The Peanuts cartoon yesterday played off a Dostoeyevsky piece. One told another he wanted to be a doctor, the other told him he couldn't because he hated humanity, and the first reminded the other that he didn't hate humanity ... just people.

In The Brothers Karamazhov it is a missionary doctor who is talking. He says, "The more I love humanity in general the more I hate people in particular." He goes on to talk about how he can't live with people - ever. Well, that's me. I have the hardest time living with people. My roomate left his music on this morning after leaving for work. Who leaves music on while another person is asleep. Since I don't know the password to his computer I can't turn it off now while I work on homework.

I get upset at the guys I live with all the time. I was so frustrated by the antics of Yanic and Jonathan. (Honestly, now that I have moved out I love them both and miss them a great deal... but, when we shared a room it was hell.) Now, I know that I don't have major problems relating to people. I have a huge number of very close friends. I have a great number of people who I feel as close to as a brother or a sister ... so why can't I live with anyone?

I think that the next person I room with (if any) needs to be someone who takes criticism really well. It needs to be someone who I can confront rationally and he will accept it and change. Superhuman. Of course, why didn't I think of that first.