Yeah, friends. Uh huh.
Pat is a dick and pretty much only cared anything about my feelings when we were whatever the fuck that was.
I get it, it's a party. I don't want to make people not have a good time. I have earplugs, I know you want to listen to loud music and dance and yell. By the way, Pat is the loudest person in terms of yelling. Maybe it's just because I know his voice very well, but every time I try to sleep I feel like his cackle screaming laughter is filling the house. Again, my room is exactly in the wrong place for noise pollution, but I really fucking hate when someone tries to make me feel like I'm crazy and stupid and irrational and selfish and not making sense.
I was fine with the music and people dancing above me. I've gone to sleep during parties before. When the stomping gets extra crazy like they're playing DDR directly above me, I need that to stop. It wasn't nearly anything like that for the past hour that I've been downstairs. I just wanted people to quit stomping like crazy, and he's all "but we're DANCING!" No. You were dancing before. Now you are stomping and being an asshole.
I should start making a fuckton of noise in the mornings when I'm up before everyone else. I respect their sleep schedules, why can't they show even the tiniest respect for mine? Dave was great, he worried about the music being too loud etc, and I appreciate that a lot.
Fuck you, Pat. You keep doing more and more to show you don't care even a little about me anymore, and you're not worth it. I do not need someone who no longer matters to me making me feel inferior.
I get it, it's a party. I don't want to make people not have a good time. I have earplugs, I know you want to listen to loud music and dance and yell. By the way, Pat is the loudest person in terms of yelling. Maybe it's just because I know his voice very well, but every time I try to sleep I feel like his cackle screaming laughter is filling the house. Again, my room is exactly in the wrong place for noise pollution, but I really fucking hate when someone tries to make me feel like I'm crazy and stupid and irrational and selfish and not making sense.
I was fine with the music and people dancing above me. I've gone to sleep during parties before. When the stomping gets extra crazy like they're playing DDR directly above me, I need that to stop. It wasn't nearly anything like that for the past hour that I've been downstairs. I just wanted people to quit stomping like crazy, and he's all "but we're DANCING!" No. You were dancing before. Now you are stomping and being an asshole.
I should start making a fuckton of noise in the mornings when I'm up before everyone else. I respect their sleep schedules, why can't they show even the tiniest respect for mine? Dave was great, he worried about the music being too loud etc, and I appreciate that a lot.
Fuck you, Pat. You keep doing more and more to show you don't care even a little about me anymore, and you're not worth it. I do not need someone who no longer matters to me making me feel inferior.