Et tu?

Today, I saw one of my old housemates. He was one of the two out of six with whom I had regular conversations. I had just finished grocery shopping and got on the bus when I saw him. i gave him a smile and a "Hello, ::insert name here::"

He said "Hello, Brutus."

I don't know whether I should feel proud of myself or upset. I think I am actually going to go with a third option: passive. I didn't betray anyone. I didn't give any specific names (because I really don't know who was doing what), nor did I give a copy of either the video or the pictures I had taken in order to convince my village manager that I needed to be moved. I assured said housemate of this and that I am sorry that things are happening the way they are and that leaving negative feelings behind was not my intention. All I wanted was to live somewhere that I could go to sleep and not be woken up by screaming and slamming doors nightly or not have to deal with extremely unsanitary shower conditions.

Either way, I am going to either forget about this now or go ahead and start laughing about it now. All I did was do what I had to do to deal with the situation at hand. It is called being an adult and being responsible for your actions. Apparently someone else in the house felt the same way because he decided to go to the village manager as well and tell them that what was going on was insane and unacceptable.

On the other hand, after this little encounter I came into my new apartment to find some of my new housemates cleaning the kitchen and listening to Johnny Cash. Fair trade, I'd say.