Has respect now full vanished in human society? I find myself constantly asking that question. Since Aretha Franklin's plea for respect in 1967 it appears that not much has changed. People just don't think about other people and it is a sad reflection upon today's lackluster society. What got me thinking about the subject was my room mate, Justin. This is a man, about 22 who puts himself first without the slightest thought of anyone else. Whether it's 7 o'clock in the morning with his loud music on, clearing his throat in the sink, hopefully missing the dishes waiting to be washed or leaving his half finished breakfasts, lunches and dinners scatter around the flat. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that he is really annoying.
I replay the situation in my head. I was at home studying. It was about 20 past 5 in the afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set below the horizon taking its warmth leaving only the cold of the winter nights. I'm trying to get a report finished for a uni subject. This is the start of the test week where most people are hitting their books trying to study as much as they can before the exams. But not Justin. From behind the door to my room I hear this 'thud, thud'. I don't even have to think about it. 'The Killers' are being blasted across the flat at full volume. Now, at the start of this year I used to like the Killers. Now, every time I hear their songs my forehead scrunches up into and involuntary frown. My housemate and his friend had come home with a couple of bottles of Passion Pop and were starting early. The music kept going. I could hardly hear the lyrics but the base was as strong as ever. Thud, thud. I decided I couldn't work like that and so got up to ask him to turn it down. He did not. It may seem like a trifling matter but after 5 months of the same constant annoyances, I finally snapped.
It's amazing the strength you get when you are annoyed. I went into his room, picked up his laptop and jerked it away from the desk. The cords that were attached flew out knocking his speakers off the desk. He followed me in and started talking. I'm not sure what he said and to be honest it didn't matter. I spun round swinging the laptop with all my mite and smashing it against the side of his surprised looking face. I hit him again and again. With each hit the laptop made a cracking sound. Again and again I lashed out. By the time I'd finished, the laptop was broken. He was laying half in, half out of the room. Blood pooling onto the tiles and his friend staring at me with a look of shock and terror on his face. I threw the laptop back into his room, stepped over his body, picked up my bag, said cheerio to his friend and left the house. To think, if he'd only just respected my wishes there would have been no problems.
And now here I sit in the uni computer lab, with a smile on my face, working on my assignment. I keep thinking, is that a bit ironic end. Being killed for playing the killers incessantly. Either way it tickles me. As I write this I can faintly hear the sirens sounding through the still night air. I expect they'll be waiting for me when I get back later tonight. Still, at least I can finish my assignment in peace.
NB: Of course this did not happen. I actually never asked, I just left the house. There actually was no one to ask. He'd left to go back down the shops for snacks leaving the music blaring once again. He's leaving in two weeks. Hopefully I'll be able to restrain myself for a little while longer. No promises, but I'll try.
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