Locks and Sanity

Self,

I have once again found myself in a place of needing a "safe space" to vent and work out some things. I dare not make any sort of promise to write a post with any sort of regularity and since I doubt that anyone is still following and reading this blog anymore, regularity is a moot point which makes this probably the safest space for me at this time.

There's a list of things going on in my life, obviously some more pressing then others and when and how they are addressed here is not a direct ranking of their severity.

The current frustration is coming home at different times (like 1-2am) to find my front door unlocked. I moved in to my house basically November 2013 and two friends moved in January 2014, one male and one female. I have a 2-car garage but half of which is being used for storage space. I have 1 additional secure parking space inside the gated complex that my female roomie uses regularly. She then comes into the house through the garage.

My male roomie therefore is left having to park on the street outside the complex's gate and has to walk through the complex and enters the house through the front door. It doesn't seem like there should be a problem but there is. My male roomie basically doesn't believe in locking doors. He grew up in the outskirts of Los Angeles (almost a farming area) and doesn't feel it's necessary. As he puts it, he doesn't want to have that "fearful" outlook of people that they are out to do him harm and that the place is secured if he (an others) are in the house....even when he's sleeping.

That being stated he almost constantly comes in and doesn't look the door behind him. I did atleast manage to mostly break him of the habit of leaving the house unlocked when he goes OUT the door, like going to work. No, it's not 100%, he occasionally doesn't lock it when he leaves, if either my other roomie or I are in the living room or kitchen....I'm not fond of that either, but that manageable.

We have had several chats about me needing him to remember to lock the door when he comes home. I've explained how it was engraved in my psychy by my father as an adolescent as a symbol of my brother and mine maturity and responsibility. In so much as we didn't have curfews even as young as 13-14 as long as whenever we came into the house we made sure all the doors and windows were locked/secured as means of protecting everyone in the house, particularly my mother. I've explained that its at the minimum unsettling, but honestly it wrecks my nerves to come home to find the door unlock and even more so at 2-3 in the morning when he is upstairs dead to the world sleep. It's upsetting that this is a recurring issues because it is disturbing my sense of peace in my own home amd I just don't know what to do about it.

Am I being unresonable about wanting my door locked?

Sincerely,
Pharoah