Yet another reason to hate living with people
I'm very likely coming to the end of my rope with living with other human beings. I've tried to be understanding and I've even been thankful that the apartment's a lot quieter now. However, it's gotten nastier in the kitchen area, and I'm getting sick of seeing how inconsiderate other people are towards me when I've tried to remain considerate of them. I clean up after myself. I take out the trash and even the recycling. I've emptied the dishwasher and refilled it. Yet there are dirty dishes STILL in the sink and on the countertop. There's STILL an empty can of chili that's been sitting in the same spot for days now. And there's STILL a full container of strawberries that are quite nicely rotting away, with a disgusting sticky juice seeping out onto the counter under the bread pan. Oh yeah, and that's going to attract even more flies than we have buzzing around right now. I don't quite understand how this bullshit's acceptable.
I don't care if my roommates hibernate. Hey, I love to hibernate myself. But what happened to the clean, considerate friends I thought I was moving in with? It's like I'm living in a ghost town now (which isn't all bad) but where the ghosts are trashing the apartment and leaving the mess for me. I've thought about writing a note conveying my irritation, but is it really my responsibility to tell other ADULTS what they should be doing? It's not up to me to get their asses into shape. So I think I shall stop caring-hard as it is-clean up my own mess, and leave theirs for them to find days down the road. As I said to them before, I really don't consider this apartment my home, but rather a temporary holding pen until I can flee this tragic scene come lease's end and consider this one lesson sadly learned. I can't even live with my friends anymore.
What's even funnier, I think, is that I'd brought it up a while back how I thought they should cover my share of the utilities and cable until their debt to me was paid off. But that didn't go over too well for whatever stupid reason. Hey, if you thought enough to borrow so much money from me and to take advantage of my generosity in moving you into a nice apartment, then don't fucking bitch when I come up with a plan for how I can get back what's owed to me. I haven't seen any other efforts made to give me back some of what they've owed me. Not sure just how long I'm going to have wait for that to happen, but I'm trying to eek out a tiny bit of patience in that department. Hmm, wondering if they're just dicking me around so that I'll get so pissed off that I'll move out and they can be cleared of paying me back whatever they owe me. Hey, that would only happen if the debt wasn't still over a grand!
If it weren't for that still considerable debt, I'd have said to fuck with this garbage and sought other means of residence away from inconsiderate behavior like this. I've tried to be understanding, like I said, but patience and understanding aren't things I have in limitless supply. And I know I'm not being overly sensitive, either, because these are basic concerns that I'd expect anyone to have when living with other people. I don't leave my laundry in the washer and drier until I remember to take it out again. I'd only do that if I was living on my own. When there are other people involved, you have to also think about how your actions might be affecting them. So far, it's come and it's gone. Things have been fine around here and I've been glad to have good people around to talk to. Then it comes down to wondering why I continue to make the mistake of trusting people, when even your closest friends can take advantage of you and fuck you over?
Chances are that they'll probably be revived from their comas and figure out that the apartment's turned into one disgusting mess. Hey, at least my room's looking good, so that's why I'm in it as much as I possibly can be. So what if someone spills something in the hallway and doesn't clean it up for hours, as I discovered a couple of weekends ago? Fuck, I wasn't aware that it was so hard for adults to be even a little bit considerate. I'm wondering if I just attract these types of people because of my tendency to trust and desire to help. Great, yet again, someone's seen fit to abuse my kindness and might even be wondering why I'm so pissed off about this. THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN A GODDAMNED GARBAGE DUMP!
Now it's time to go back into my nice, clean, peaceful room and fantasize about actually living in a ghost town. %^)
I don't care if my roommates hibernate. Hey, I love to hibernate myself. But what happened to the clean, considerate friends I thought I was moving in with? It's like I'm living in a ghost town now (which isn't all bad) but where the ghosts are trashing the apartment and leaving the mess for me. I've thought about writing a note conveying my irritation, but is it really my responsibility to tell other ADULTS what they should be doing? It's not up to me to get their asses into shape. So I think I shall stop caring-hard as it is-clean up my own mess, and leave theirs for them to find days down the road. As I said to them before, I really don't consider this apartment my home, but rather a temporary holding pen until I can flee this tragic scene come lease's end and consider this one lesson sadly learned. I can't even live with my friends anymore.
What's even funnier, I think, is that I'd brought it up a while back how I thought they should cover my share of the utilities and cable until their debt to me was paid off. But that didn't go over too well for whatever stupid reason. Hey, if you thought enough to borrow so much money from me and to take advantage of my generosity in moving you into a nice apartment, then don't fucking bitch when I come up with a plan for how I can get back what's owed to me. I haven't seen any other efforts made to give me back some of what they've owed me. Not sure just how long I'm going to have wait for that to happen, but I'm trying to eek out a tiny bit of patience in that department. Hmm, wondering if they're just dicking me around so that I'll get so pissed off that I'll move out and they can be cleared of paying me back whatever they owe me. Hey, that would only happen if the debt wasn't still over a grand!
If it weren't for that still considerable debt, I'd have said to fuck with this garbage and sought other means of residence away from inconsiderate behavior like this. I've tried to be understanding, like I said, but patience and understanding aren't things I have in limitless supply. And I know I'm not being overly sensitive, either, because these are basic concerns that I'd expect anyone to have when living with other people. I don't leave my laundry in the washer and drier until I remember to take it out again. I'd only do that if I was living on my own. When there are other people involved, you have to also think about how your actions might be affecting them. So far, it's come and it's gone. Things have been fine around here and I've been glad to have good people around to talk to. Then it comes down to wondering why I continue to make the mistake of trusting people, when even your closest friends can take advantage of you and fuck you over?
Chances are that they'll probably be revived from their comas and figure out that the apartment's turned into one disgusting mess. Hey, at least my room's looking good, so that's why I'm in it as much as I possibly can be. So what if someone spills something in the hallway and doesn't clean it up for hours, as I discovered a couple of weekends ago? Fuck, I wasn't aware that it was so hard for adults to be even a little bit considerate. I'm wondering if I just attract these types of people because of my tendency to trust and desire to help. Great, yet again, someone's seen fit to abuse my kindness and might even be wondering why I'm so pissed off about this. THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN A GODDAMNED GARBAGE DUMP!
Now it's time to go back into my nice, clean, peaceful room and fantasize about actually living in a ghost town. %^)