Kizaragu
Dec 14, 2004, 09:26 AM
On paper it seemed a great idea and who can argue with that? Finally moving out of the sticks and into a proper town living with 2 friends of mine.
I'd left the nest and was finally Independant.
It should've been perfect.
Oh how wrong I was.
My housemates are the two most Irritating, Immature, Untidy people I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. What they say is true; Don't live with friends as friendships tend to get broken that way.
They spend all day making lame ass childish jokes at me and literally just drag them on and on and on.
It gets to the point where you think, I can't possibly pretend to laugh any more. It's beginning to hurt. Then when I tell them I'm getting pissed off about it and yell etc... they find it even more amusing and drag it on further. They don't take me seriousely at all. And what's worse is, they know that If I pissed them off in any shape or form, I'd apologise and quit there and then.
I get this constantly and it's depressing to say the least.
They're messy as Hell. I'm like a housewife.
I clean all the dishes, hoover the floor, tidy their mess and they do nothing. At all.
They go in my room, let people stay in my bed when I'm away (Strangers I don't know) plus they fail to ask me. Anything could could be stolen. I'm in the process of fitting a lock on but I'm having trouble with it (Don't ask) but the second that's sorted I'll sleep easier.
It's got to the point where I'm seriousely considering moving back in with my Mum.
The offer's there and day by day I'm getting more and more likely to accept it.
I like my Independance but the guys just do my head in.
I'm not comfortable in my own f**king home and that's not the way it's supposed to be.
It's like living with children and I'm not ready to be a father to them both.
(Sorry if I went on a bit. Just wanted to get it off my chest.)
I'd left the nest and was finally Independant.
It should've been perfect.
Oh how wrong I was.
My housemates are the two most Irritating, Immature, Untidy people I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. What they say is true; Don't live with friends as friendships tend to get broken that way.
They spend all day making lame ass childish jokes at me and literally just drag them on and on and on.
It gets to the point where you think, I can't possibly pretend to laugh any more. It's beginning to hurt. Then when I tell them I'm getting pissed off about it and yell etc... they find it even more amusing and drag it on further. They don't take me seriousely at all. And what's worse is, they know that If I pissed them off in any shape or form, I'd apologise and quit there and then.
I get this constantly and it's depressing to say the least.
They're messy as Hell. I'm like a housewife.
I clean all the dishes, hoover the floor, tidy their mess and they do nothing. At all.
They go in my room, let people stay in my bed when I'm away (Strangers I don't know) plus they fail to ask me. Anything could could be stolen. I'm in the process of fitting a lock on but I'm having trouble with it (Don't ask) but the second that's sorted I'll sleep easier.
It's got to the point where I'm seriousely considering moving back in with my Mum.
The offer's there and day by day I'm getting more and more likely to accept it.
I like my Independance but the guys just do my head in.
I'm not comfortable in my own f**king home and that's not the way it's supposed to be.
It's like living with children and I'm not ready to be a father to them both.
(Sorry if I went on a bit. Just wanted to get it off my chest.)