The light was off and the door was closed. So explain one thing to me: how are you justified in getting snippy when you are crushed in the door when I open it? What makes you think that I am at fault? There was no malicious plot to smash your face against the wooden bathroom cupboards. You claim you were just removing items. Why in darkness? Why with the door closed? Indicate your presence woman! And next time, don't get snottily in my face, give me your death glare and say 'Whatever" in that TONE when I try to apologize. Get off your freakin' high horse. You are not perfection on earth missy, and you have no right to continue chipping away at my self worth in your subtle way. Stop pouting when I leave a pan to soak in the sink, don't fold my jacket when it is left on the floor. I am not some miscreant child! That square footage of space on the floor would have been cleaned after I finish finals, you wannabe OCD freak. Don't even pretend you have these complexes, we all know you don't. You just like to call attention to your aspirations in medicine, always following a cleanliness diatribe with some back up tidbit you learned in class. You love finding ways to put me down so you can remain firm in your conviction that I am a heathen sinner bound for Hell and you are the embodiment of righteousness. Well I can't wait until you are judged. Or have you not come across Matthew 7:1 in all your extensive scripture study? For shame.