Why do people always have a way to make you feel guilty or bitchy or assholish?
I don't want someone to come over, it's past 4:00 am, all of my neighbors are sleeping, you're drunk. Do NOT come over. Aw, you don't want to call a cab? Then maybe you shouldn't have drank so much. No, I won't come get you. No, YOU CANNOT COME OVER, you have drank too much and you are extremely loud and don't realize what you're doing when you're drunk. This is NOT a fucking flop house. It would be one thing if you were a good friend who got carried away or got left behind at the bars, but you get drunk every single weekend and occasionally get the stupid idea in your head that you can come over and crash here.
Sure, it's a little selfish that I'd rather not let you stay here. I really don't want you driving drunk, but you aren't my problem. I feel bad that you driving drunk is dangerous and you could hurt someone, but I am not a fucking nursemaid or babysitter or a free motel room for you to go to when you've ran out of money and you're wasted.
And ya know what? I know you can't reason with drunks, but I did try. You came over anyway, you put me in a tough position, because if I didn't let you in and let you stay and kept you calm, you would have probably started pounding on the door and woken up the neighbors and gotten me a noise complaint (which is a tick on my record, two and you are evicted around here! Oh, and to everyone on here, please don't start with the "Well maybe they'd understand you couldn't help that a drunk friend was pounding on your door....you guys should know well enough by now that they only care about themselves and their quiet), so I swallowed hard and let you in. I TRIED to lay down the law and said you're laying on the futon, go to sleep, DO NOT bother me and DO NOT make a god damned peep or make any noise that would bother anyone else in this building, and you HAVE to be up before 11 am, because SOME OF US DON'T GET DRUNK EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT, AND THEREFORE AREN'T HUNGOVER, and I want to go to the gym and run a few errands. It's always been a personal rule of mine that NO ONE is allowed here if I am not home (save for family, which they never do that to me anyway), and I am not going to sacrifice a Saturday morning/afternoon forced to mope around because you're laying around miserable trying to nurse a hangover.
I woke you up and I told you that you had to be out of here within the next hour, because I had stuff to do, I had let you stay the night here, but I couldn't let you spend all day curing your hangover on my futon. You got mad, took it as a personal insult, called me a selfish bitch and said that I never do anything nice for you, and stomped the hell out of here. Yeah, great. It's not even 11 am and my neighbors get to hear stomping. Great.
Fuck people. Seriously.
I hate being made out to be selfish and a bitch when I establish boundaries and rules regarding my home, and people refuse to abide by them.
I don't want someone to come over, it's past 4:00 am, all of my neighbors are sleeping, you're drunk. Do NOT come over. Aw, you don't want to call a cab? Then maybe you shouldn't have drank so much. No, I won't come get you. No, YOU CANNOT COME OVER, you have drank too much and you are extremely loud and don't realize what you're doing when you're drunk. This is NOT a fucking flop house. It would be one thing if you were a good friend who got carried away or got left behind at the bars, but you get drunk every single weekend and occasionally get the stupid idea in your head that you can come over and crash here.
Sure, it's a little selfish that I'd rather not let you stay here. I really don't want you driving drunk, but you aren't my problem. I feel bad that you driving drunk is dangerous and you could hurt someone, but I am not a fucking nursemaid or babysitter or a free motel room for you to go to when you've ran out of money and you're wasted.
And ya know what? I know you can't reason with drunks, but I did try. You came over anyway, you put me in a tough position, because if I didn't let you in and let you stay and kept you calm, you would have probably started pounding on the door and woken up the neighbors and gotten me a noise complaint (which is a tick on my record, two and you are evicted around here! Oh, and to everyone on here, please don't start with the "Well maybe they'd understand you couldn't help that a drunk friend was pounding on your door....you guys should know well enough by now that they only care about themselves and their quiet), so I swallowed hard and let you in. I TRIED to lay down the law and said you're laying on the futon, go to sleep, DO NOT bother me and DO NOT make a god damned peep or make any noise that would bother anyone else in this building, and you HAVE to be up before 11 am, because SOME OF US DON'T GET DRUNK EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT, AND THEREFORE AREN'T HUNGOVER, and I want to go to the gym and run a few errands. It's always been a personal rule of mine that NO ONE is allowed here if I am not home (save for family, which they never do that to me anyway), and I am not going to sacrifice a Saturday morning/afternoon forced to mope around because you're laying around miserable trying to nurse a hangover.
I woke you up and I told you that you had to be out of here within the next hour, because I had stuff to do, I had let you stay the night here, but I couldn't let you spend all day curing your hangover on my futon. You got mad, took it as a personal insult, called me a selfish bitch and said that I never do anything nice for you, and stomped the hell out of here. Yeah, great. It's not even 11 am and my neighbors get to hear stomping. Great.
Fuck people. Seriously.
I hate being made out to be selfish and a bitch when I establish boundaries and rules regarding my home, and people refuse to abide by them.
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