Sad style

I am constantly amazed at the different views people have.  I see my apartment as a little jewel box snuggled down in the the best corner here.  It faces trees and grass instead of parking lots and streets.  It has amenities that please my senses and a well thought out compactness that feeds both my desire for efficiency and needs for storage.

One of the people who "helped" me move saw it as "the apartment in the back."  He couldn't seem to get over having the bed in the "living room."   In any big city in the world this would be considered a luxury studio and not all that uncommon, except for the trees.

I could understand him not wanting to live here, although he lives in a much less beautiful place, both inside and out.  I just cannot understand his apparent glee as he pictured me unhappy here.   Even my need to have the shower rod hung level, or the bed evenly placed against the wall was incomprehensible to him.

His goal in life appears to be to consume as much as possible as cheaply as possible, which is fine with me, but not my style.  I prefer a few fine things and deep friendships.  I find his inability to understand that sad.