If you meet assholes all day...

Recently I started wondering if I was the asshole... for the last 12 months or so I had always had someone who was bothering me in my life. Maybe it was the awful girl from field school who needless snapped at me, yelled at me or called me a bitch. Or it was a hopelessly incompetent roommate whose attempts at "homemaking" always turned sour. But those are stories for another time. Currently it is my internship room mate, who seems to have little regard for what I consider common courtesy. But the common factor here is me and I have to face that.

Do I honestly think I am the problem in these situations? I don't know. In two out of the three situations I have confronted the person and they have basically refused to modify their behavior when I have offered to modify mine. In all situations I have other people complain to me about the person. But my mom recently pointed out to me that I always have a problem with someone in my life.

Not that I am a drama queen, but there does always seem to be something or rather someone to complain about.