When Opposites Collide: the Pseudo -Blood-Brother Saga!!

Part one-the disastrous mess?!

I was intrigued this morning while observing two of my very close friends. The two are best guy friends who live together. They continuously annoy each other in everyday regards of simple house duties. However, I was reminded of the movie, “Knotting Hill.” One continues to ‘keep the house-up,’ while the other, "flat-mate,” does not hold a job regularly and tries desperately to keep order, but carelessly finds some way not to do it exactly right. For these two platonic-domestic partners, they have been friends for 20 years. And live together about 5 of them. SO, you can estimate they have a profound knowledge on how to deal with one another and cope with the significant rigors of arrogant annoyances they continue to tolerate. However, they now are weaning-in on a transformative stage in their process.

I came in and an observed them arrogantly pre-disposed with passive-aggressive conveyances of intrigue. One washes dishes...one item at a time, while the other allows all the items to pile up to create an entire sink-full of dishes, before he either does it or gets entirely distracted and never comes back to the task. In return of not coming back to the original task, the “Flat-Mate,” character, the more carless one fails to honor his regiment. In fact, the other more responsible party solves the dilemma by resolving the issue and just doing the dishes.

Now, why do I introduce this mere mundane and menial relationship? Because the plot has thickened, juristically; basically, the Responsible Party was gone for six (6 weeks) away on the road. The careless Flate-mate, although an extreme ‘type A’ has to regulate everything into a systematic chance of order, things are straighten; however, they are not clean. For all intents and purposes, we will call the Responsible Party, Mr. R.

Mr. R comes back. The floor is not vacuumed. Dishes are washed (since I did them). His room was not cleaned after a visit from a friend (sheets, bathroom, towels). To make matters worse, the walls were not painted for the house inspection coming-up to renew the lease.

The carless, Flat-mate, we’ll just call him Flat-mate.

So getting back on track, Flat-mate in a drunken-belligerent-stupor with his ‘Bro-hances’ or “Bro-steers’ injured two interior walls in the party/dining area, and while carrying a large television upstairs also injured the staircase walls. Now, you may ask? Why do you care? Well, not that you would at all?

However, now the two get very entertaining. Let’s get back to their lease renewal. Not happening. Why?

Part II. Should I intervene?

Flat-mate spills the beans, when asked by the neighbors, “What are they paying in rent?” Carless flat-mate without thinking informs the neighbors what they are paying. Why is it important not to tell? Because they knowingly, understand their neighbors moved-in after them, and are currently paying more. Mind you, all these scenarios are going-on without the consent or knowledge to Mr. R. Mr. R comes back to find his house in shambles, and now is informed by the Landlord rent is going up 30%. But wait!!!

Landlords just called again, Mr. R, now finds his rent through ‘cautious’ means has went from going-up, to the place being rented-out to another lease-holder entirely. At this time, Mr. R and Flat-mate must be out within two months.
The friends are in a disastrous zone. They do not communicate directly. I get caught in the middle.

Why? Because, for the sake of excluding conflict, they do not confront the other at all, they will tell you that is “how they work!” As complacent as all of the non-communication maybe, their dysfunction is functioning very well for them. As the saying goes, ‘If it is not broke, don’t fix it.’

Now, I find myself put-out of the zone of intrigue and passive-aggressive debate by the two dysfunctional brothers. However, they now find unity in their distrust of me and find unity amongst themselves. Now what happened to get to this point?
As you may guess when two friends of the opposite sex spend much fascinating time together, we were… what is the term the kids use today, oh yeah, “feeling each other.”

You are excited I see?
Was it Mr. R or the Flat-mate?

II. How does it end?

As carless as his tendencies persist, and as deprived as his common-sense maybe, I was, “feelin,” the Flat-mate. However, similarly to Mr. R, to get out of a ‘cyclical cycle’ as Flat-mate used to describe my afforded disposition with him, it was the other way around. You see, not taking responsibility and using excuses to progress your need for, “get-it-together,” and, “really?” will surround yourself with either losing those who get to a point where you just cannot deal with it, or accept it.

Given, that I have my own past that I working–on and am encouraged by a great group of non-discounted, few close buddies and MY GOD... I am growing. But in accordance to not being passive aggressive, I did honestly find myself reciprocating the effort of ‘cyclical’ montage of past events. The monotony, while playing the events back in my head like a ‘movie-reel’, I know that each time I went back (enjoying myself fiercely and un-excusably for a time) or would go to a new point of trying to work it out. Although, just some things cannot work out.

Until, Mr. Flat-mate is willing to grow-up and take responsibility, he will continue to pawn his awkward-internal world as a mystical and enlightening façade to the outer realm of real-life living. Rather, he may also have the option to receive a woman in his life who loves all his tendencies and will love him for him. What do I mean by this?

He is great at passing blame on onto others for his own mis-comings and patents each circumstance, as a dismissive fault onto others. Again he patents and is quite gifted in revealing your clear areas of improvement, but will not take his own recommended criticisms into belief and apply them to his own mature-needed growth.
Mr. R and Flat-mate were very re-united by a third intervening party. When asked on-line by a third party what happened with Flat-mate? I responded giving a vague comprehensive summary of the final, “I cannot take this shit anymore fiasco,” reported to the two 20 year ‘bro-hansters’ that I in fact called them gay. To the contrary, I reported in the final correspondence in the thread that “besides, lol, l can’t break-up their platonic domestic partnership, lol” jokingly. I guess they can kid around amongst themselves, but the theory is, “don’t mess wit my brudder!” lol.

No matter what I have, I had fun-times with Mr. R and Flat-mate.

I love them both and wish them the best.