This is the True Story - Alpaugh

Here's an one from about 2 weeks ago that I never posted:

Alpaugh has slowly stifled us all. Even the most spirited teammates have developed a melancholic despondency to our situation. It has drained our creative juices, resigning us to reading, video games, or movies for evening leisure. But video games have lost their edge, our movie selection is thin, and reading feels too inconsiderate in such a social setting, resulting in sets of glaring eyes peering over books. An especially perceptive passer-by may notice the storm cloud slowly and steadily manifesting itself over our home, darkening by the second. The contentment first felt within Green 6’s Alpaugh home has been battered to the ground. The invader: Gossip.

I grew up incredulously watching the Real World, wondering how the producers found such vain and irascible human beings to be on the show. This is the true story, of 7 strangers, picked to live in a house… it didn’t make sense to me. If this was real life as they inferred, why was there constant fighting? I always imagined myself on the show being content to sit back and watch my roommates go at it like a bunch of hormonal 8th graders. They would love my composure as I intervened, sorted out the problem, and imparted my wisdom. To me, the show was the least real thing on television, and I wanted ever so badly to prove that I was right.

I was wrong. Even without cameras rolling, Alpaugh became that opportunity. A lack of stimulants like TV and internet causes one to think of nothing but your roommates. The Real World uses alcohol to start the fire. In Alpaugh, it’s scheduling and unordinary occurrences. There just is nothing else to focus on but your teammates, forcing the negativity naturally associated with a 9-hour workday upon us during our free time. The tension mounts as an issue arises until the bubble bursts, at which point voice de3cibels rise and anger flows openly. And what is left to talk after each argument? The argument, of course. Aggravating each spat is how finely ingrained everyone’s personalities, specifically certain tendencies, are in each of our minds. It’s difficult to fairly assess a situation when most of it is based on assumptions of personality-types, and those seem to rise to the top during heated arguments. For example, I assume that the house guacamole lover has left it our yet again after lunch. I approach them to metaphorically squish the guacamole in their face. Right after I’ve finished my diatribe, the angry face across from me says bitterly, “I didn’t eat any guacamole today.” Even though that person often leaves out her food, this time it wasn’t her, giving her leverage in any future altercation. Why do we even buy guacamole? That stuff’s mad gross. Anyways, there’s a propensity to eat ones words in this household, even though the point trying to be proven is, in a general sense, correct.

The house morale ebbs and flows, but my inability to cope with the low points is starting to bother me. I can feel it coming, yet I haven’t found a personal solution for curing it when it’s bad, I feel that every action undertaken by any teammate is irritating. And there’s nowhere to turn to for relief. It lingers under my skin, waiting for the right time to expose itself. Hopefully when it does, the cameras will be rolling… This is the true story, of 9 strangers…