Rantings of an angry girl

You know when something is festering in your mind, something that bothers you, and you can’t seem to stop obsessing about it?  Yeah, that’s happening to me.

I’ve been annoyed with my living situation.  I live in a house with a friend Dee, who’s older than me.  Her son lives there as well, and he’s about 5 years younger than me.  The problem is that they’re always there.

This morning I got out of bed, and Dee’s friend who is staying with us for a few days was in the shower.  Now this is not a big deal, but I was the only one who had to work today, and everyone, even the friend, knows that I shower between 6:30 and 7:00.  That is my shower time.  This friend got in the shower promptly at 6:35, and didn’t come up until 6:55.

Trying to get ready for work, I hurry to the downstairs bathroom to relieve myself.  Dee is sitting on the couch.  Apparently she decides that it’s a perfect moment to tell me that she’s worried I’m unhappy here.  Seriously?!?!  Now?!?!  I’m in a hurry, I won’t be able to shower this morning, I have to pee, I’m still half a sleep, and this is when you’re going to bring this up?  First thing in the morning is NOT the time to have a heart to heart.  Especially about something I don’t give a fuck about.  If I want to leave, I’ll leave.  I’m not a fucking child.

Of course I gave her a kind of annoyed response, and said that ‘it’s a little early for this conversation’, and then I had to spend the rest of my hurried morning getting ready feeling bad about my reaction.  Thanks Dee.  Thanks for ruining my morning.  Thanks for not being able to have a normal conversation, or let me walk into the bathroom without a comment.  And thanks for making me worry about the way I’m coming across too you, and whether or not YOU think I’m happy here.  Here’s a big hint.  If I seem annoyed, IT’S POSSIBLE IS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AT ALL!!  Talk about self absorbed.  I am an adult, and I can figure things out on my own.  At 27 I don’t feel like I should have to remind you that I’m an adult.  I’ve done pretty well in my life until now, and I’ll probably continue doing well in the future.  So just chill the fuck out, and let me pee in peace.  And if you want to have a heart to heart, sit me down after dinner or something.

At tell you fucking son to clean up after himself.  He’s 23 years old, and he’s a useless son of a….. I mean seriously, there’s the ‘guy’ epidemic, there’s lazy, there’s oblivious, and then way down at the bottom there is the uselessness that is your son.  You wonder why I might have a problem living there?  He’s an inconsiderate man child with an inability to think of someone other than himself.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s