- Thanks LaMa, it was a good day! Today however... shit went downhill fast.
- Thanks Cate. What a joke that a 34-year-old is getting congratulated for tidying their room. Oh God.
- Yeah, I decided to move the appointment to next week Rob, I just feel tired today.
Right. The following post is something that paints me in a really bad light, and is something I can't really explain to friends and family, which is shameful in itself. So I have to go here to explain the disaster that was today.
Context: Drinking wine in your room makes you pee a lot. I also smoke more when drinking. This means going up and down the stairs and probably using the bathroom a lot more than a normal person would.
This morning:
I woke up feeling really tired, even though I was in bed early last night, no wine, no nothing, and got up and made a proper healthy breakfast, all that good stuff. I saw that the recycling bin was full and needed to be emptied, but I kind of ignored it because it was close to 9 and I needed to log on. Cue about an hour later and I heard the most unmerciful banging around the kitchen - banging of the door, aggressive removal of bin bag from bin, another bang of the front door, slamming of the wheelie bin lid after the bag had been placed in it, lots of stomping around. It was quite alarming. Uh oh, I thought. Grumpy Housemate (a tame name for her after what happened today) must not be happy about bringing out the bin.
I decided that I wasn't going to stand for this rubbish (excuse the pun - we have to laugh in the face of adversity) and I went downstairs to 'get a coffee'. I walked into the kitchen and asked her if everything was okay. 'Yeah, everything's fine' she said, with a glower. 'Did you go home for the weekend?' I asked. She was in the utility room and just closed the door. I waited and when she opened the door, I repeated my question and she said she did and left the room.
Lunchtime:
I went down to the kitchen and made a really nice chicken stir-fry with kidney beans for my lunch. I also cleaned out some of the fridge and the main bin was then full, so I brought it out. A peace offering I thought. When I was putting the fresh bin bag back in, Grumpy Housemate came back in and just brushed past me, without saying excuse me, and I was just riled up. She's just so fucking rude. So I snapped and said, 'Could you at least say excuse me? You just bashed into me.' Anyway, then it finally came out that she was annoyed that she always has to bring out the bins. And I responded that I just brought one out and all she needs to do is say that instead of banging all the doors in the house.
She responded to say that I'm always banging my door (lies). I said, 'No, I'm not.' She said, 'Yeah, you leave your window open and the door bangs'. Granted, this has happened a few times when it's been stormy outside and my room is like an oven, but to be honest, it's been a rare occurrence, and I didn't even realise it was annoying her. And then she continued, 'And you're always traipsing up and down the stairs to have a cigarette and keeping me awake.' I just said I can have a cigarette in the garden if I want to. Then she said, 'It's meant to be a non-smoking house.' I didn't reply. Then she said, 'Well, okay, have a cigaratte, but you're traipsing up and down the stairs all night having them, and then you're in and out of the toilet all night and keeping me awake.' Then I just said, 'Okay', and didn't say anymore. She left then, fuming. Haha. Oh God, I just provoke such anger in housemates and colleagues. It's a real talent.
This evening:
I went to the shopping centre to buy some candles to keep my fresh, tidy room smelling good, and I saw her coming towards me. Oh no, I thought. She looked super pissed off but I waved at her and then I just saw her mouthing 'Fuck off' under her mask.
So, this is the situation at present. I have my drama meetup tonight, which I am in no humour for, but at least it will take my mind off things. I have thought about what happened all day. (I have so much work to catch up on tomorrow.) Obviously, there is merit in her complaints. That's fine. I don't want to keep drinking and smoking anyway, so the obvious answer is to stop those things immediately, and that side of things will rectify itself. (Obviously I am doing both in excess today because I am so upset.)
At the same time, the 'Fuck off' in the shopping centre really upset me, because I don't really see a way forward right now. Whatever her complaints about me, she sucks all the air out of the room and has a dark cloud surrounding her constantly, and I'm not taking responsibility for her feeling like that. I know I am only part of the problem. But the thing is - if I stop smoking/drinking etc., there will be a new complaint in a couple of months. I'll probably start seeing someone (SG really wants to call over) and Jesus Christ, what will she do if I'm riding someone all night in my room. Lol! I'll definitely be keeping her awake then. I didn't sign up to live in a monastery. Or Switzerland (no toilet flushing after 10pm).
Also, there was one night last week that I was up until after 1am, which is probably the root cause of today's outburst, but generally I'm in bed by 11. I guess the toilet in the middle of the night is still an issue.
Anyway, I feel a bit ashamed, a bit sad, really angry and I'm looking for advice.