For lack of a better term, I’m a creature of habit. I have a morning routine.  I brush my teeth and groom myself in the same order every day.  I drink my coffee the same way. And I like to park in the same place everyday.

I don’t understand people sometimes. I took psych classes early in college, and I thought I had a good grasp of things, but obviously, that’s full of shit. Why people do the things they do is completely beyond me; this is implying that I’m giving the benefit of doubt to thinking people have to notice their surroundings, especially after it’s been the norm for several months. Even people with disorder-like short-term memory absorb shit after enough repetition, or so like that shitty Adam Sandler movie leads us to believe.

So today’s rant is simply about the fact that at Dykeland, someone keeps hoisting my routine parking space, and I don’t really know why.

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