What is up with people in my life these past few weeks?
Roommate: goes on a cleaning spree Friday night, doesn’t bother to tell me and other roommate what she wants us to do, has been leaving nasty messages about keeping the house clean on the dry-erase board ever since, and today left a POSTER bitching us out. The house is not going to fall apart just because I left my lotion bottles in the living room last night, for God’s sake! What irks me is that if she would come home once in a while and actually tell me, “Would you please help me pick up the living room?”, I’d be happy to. LEaving bitchy messages for me is NOT going to make matters better.
Mom: I made plans to spend Easter weekend with my cousins (who have four little kids and really appreciate it when I help out around the holidays) earlier this week. The next day, I get a letter from mom saying she wanted me to come home for the weekend. I called her today, explaining that I wouldn’t even be able to leave here until Saturday morning and that I’d already made plans. She immediately got bitchy and kept trying to cut me off and say goodbye. You see me at least once a month! Why do you need to see me for a day and a half and get even angrier at me when I tell you I’m not going to church with you? Hell of a Christian attitude there, mom. (I know that she misses me and all, but it really peeves me how she throws little hissy fits like this when I upset her.)
Friend: Has been on antidepressants since Xmas break. Over the past few days, he’s been making eerily familiar entries in his LiveJournal about there not being any point to life and so on. I check with him. Yep, he hasn’t taken them for three weeks. I tell him not to pull that shit and that I want my friend back. “I’m your friend either way, aren’t I?” he replies. AAARRGGHHHH. I love you! I don’t want you fucking with your brain like this!
Boss: Acted like a complete dick to me Tuesday at work. Today was as sweet as pie to me. WTF?
Me: Lots of soul-searching about my future life and career going on lately. Must get shit together, find a better job, look at grad schools, etc.
With regard to your roommate, while I don’t advocate leaving Posters or messages up asking you to keep a clean house, you stated that,
“What irks me is that if she would come home once in a while and actually tell me, “Would you please help me pick up the living room?”, I’d be happy to.”
She shouldn’t have to ask you to help clean up the house. If you are living in a shared apartment you should always clean up after yourself. It’s an act of responsibility. No one lotion bottle isn’t going to cause the world to fall apart, but if you consistently leave crap out you are showing disrespect for your roommates.
The rest of your rant seems like normal crap (except for the depressed friend- yikes!) so carry on…
People are also getting to me. Someone said it has to do with 9-11. I don’t know. I decided today to stop being so nice to people. So I had to pick up a rental vehicle. The attendant drove a silver car up to me. A man asked if he could have mine instead of the red one he was given. Normally I’d say sure, no sweat. But today I decided, no, screw him. I actually felt better. I think I just ranted.
Oh God, I hate that! I have a couple of friends who are near-suicidal and/or extremely depressed and rational on a regular basis, and it irks the hell out of me that they refuse to seek any sort of help. I’m not even talking medication, necesarily, but just a freaking session with a therapist, or a school counselor or something. But no, they’d rather be miserable. Hell, it’s their choice, I guess…it just bothers me because I hate seeing my friends hurt. And because when they’re über-down on a Friday night, guess who ends up spending hours of her time saying the same old shit? That’s right–me. “You’re a great person, I care about you, that girl isn’t worth it, you’re worth the world to me” and all that. I believe it, but having to say these things under duress on a weekly basis doesn’t exactly help things in our friendship, you know?
Also: one of my other friends has decided that she can regulate her own medication. This worries me, as well, because she’s taking away stuff she normally takes, which I think is kind of dangerous.
You have a point, presuming the roommate isn’t being obsessively tidy to the point of annoyance. People have slightly different standards for cleanliness depending on what they’re used to; that doesn’t necessarily imply disrespect of any sort. It’s often a communication problem if there is a misunderstanding of expectations.
Or when they’ve been fully mooned.
Anyway, I hope things go more smoothly for you soon, tsarina.
Hee hee - I can make you feel even worse, if you like. I’m 35, and this sentence describes me STILL!!! (I’m assuming here that you’re still fairly young, and have this idea that you’ll get your life in order at some point…)