RANT
Ok, it hasn't even been two hours and I'm fed up with J's cell phone. He's been playing with the damned thing, and apparantly it has impaired his hearing, because I've tried to talk to him twice, and...nothing. No reply whatsoever.
Yeah, yeah, I know--what else is new? But I'm just sick of him playing with the stupid thing. I'm sick of electronic toys being the priority here. Yeah, I know that when I leave he'll need a phone, but I'll bet that phone costs as much per month as a house phone would. It's just a friggin' TOY. A regular phone would be much more practical. It allows internet access from the house, and the internet answering machine--IN CASE someone would like to get in touch with him.
And the house. Why is it that I've tried and tried to get him to help me organize this place, and it's gone in one ear and out the other, UNTIL now? Why the hell is neatness such a high friggin' priority now that I'm LEAVING??
Yeah, I know I should be jumping for joy that he's actually helping organize our junk, but I actually find it offensive as hell. It's like the place isn't worth cleaning until I'm gone or something. And it's such a big thing now. I'm expected to help organize everything in preparation for my leaving. It feels like an INSULT.
Ok, I'm trying to get across exactly why I'm aggravated here, and I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it. I'm aggravated because now that I'm leaving, he's started doing everything I've been asking him to help me do for the last three years. As if it were HIS idea. Like he's trying to make sure the house is clean and neat so that when people come over, he can say, "look how neat the place is now that they're gone" or something. THAT'S why I'm pissed off.
I feel offended and insulted.
But, as per the agreement, I will attempt to not blow things out of proportion. It's possible that a wild hair snuck up his ass in the night and activated the "cleaning" cells in his brain or something.
I doubt it,
but I suppose it's possible.
Whew. I'm glad I got that out of my system.
Sidhe
Yeah, yeah, I know--what else is new? But I'm just sick of him playing with the stupid thing. I'm sick of electronic toys being the priority here. Yeah, I know that when I leave he'll need a phone, but I'll bet that phone costs as much per month as a house phone would. It's just a friggin' TOY. A regular phone would be much more practical. It allows internet access from the house, and the internet answering machine--IN CASE someone would like to get in touch with him.
And the house. Why is it that I've tried and tried to get him to help me organize this place, and it's gone in one ear and out the other, UNTIL now? Why the hell is neatness such a high friggin' priority now that I'm LEAVING??
Yeah, I know I should be jumping for joy that he's actually helping organize our junk, but I actually find it offensive as hell. It's like the place isn't worth cleaning until I'm gone or something. And it's such a big thing now. I'm expected to help organize everything in preparation for my leaving. It feels like an INSULT.
Ok, I'm trying to get across exactly why I'm aggravated here, and I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it. I'm aggravated because now that I'm leaving, he's started doing everything I've been asking him to help me do for the last three years. As if it were HIS idea. Like he's trying to make sure the house is clean and neat so that when people come over, he can say, "look how neat the place is now that they're gone" or something. THAT'S why I'm pissed off.
I feel offended and insulted.
But, as per the agreement, I will attempt to not blow things out of proportion. It's possible that a wild hair snuck up his ass in the night and activated the "cleaning" cells in his brain or something.
I doubt it,
but I suppose it's possible.
Whew. I'm glad I got that out of my system.
Sidhe