Emma (my housemate) is doing the dishes, while staring at my strudl, which I’m slicing.
“Hey Emma, do you know strudl?”
“Oh yeah, it’s pretty good”, she says, and then continues with a very sarcastic tone: “but kind of weird for lunch”. Thanks Emma for being so nice again.
Me replying unexpectedly to her playbook: “Well it’s not my lunch, and by the way, do you want a peace?”, trying to turn the bad vibes around.
You can easily tell she’s irritated.
To me she’s, for the most part, irritating too. But why?
Our kitchen, the only possible place we interact in, is the hotspot of bad vibes for no reason. Or is there a reason? Either way she refuses to communicate, which would usually solve such issues.
She might not think that, but I’ve been playing it nice so far. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out, so let’s see what happens if I switch to no attention mode, meaning I won’t even say hi or do anything that could lead to an interaction with her.
I’ll come back to you with some new insights soon, because as a matter of fact being nice won’t always do.
PS: From now on our kitchen is my new playground, my experimental field.