Don’t mess with my art, or threaten me

Coming to college you learn a lot about yourself, that you may not have already known. Like I’m a slob and I just don’t care. I mean its not like I’m dirty, I’m just cluttered. I like to see things that I own so I surround myself with my items, and just because I like my items closer to me than you do doesn’t mean you can post-it note assault me.
Yep that’s right assault, I walk in from a friend’s dorm in the early hours of the morning and as I flick on my personal light I notice little blue squared littering every surface. Confused and concerned I lean in to read what is written on these bright blue sticky squares. To my immediate surprise they are demands, demands that I move this, or fold that, or reorganize my counter space so its nice to look at. Now I’m a nice person and although this is a weird and wasteful way to ask me to please do something I was alright with complying with the demands silently, until I saw it. And, by “it” I mean the very last sticky note, I must have over looked. Planted crudely and intently on my most prized possession, my urban abstraction painting. The very painting that took me forty plus hours to complete, the one art work that defines me as an artist thus far in my life. The only artwork of mine to receive a gold key at nationals and get me a solid placement at tapestry and the Georgia High School Drawing Competition had been stuck with a foul blue marker. I carefully pulled the target on my attention from the prize of my calling. And, once I had insured the painting was intact and not missing an ounce of paint or gloss medium, I turned my attention to the note. It read take heed to my warnings!!!
In this very moment I knew I would hate my roommate forever. I know love and hate are two word you never throw around but, don’t mess with my art, or threaten me.