Self-righteous
It's the end of an era, the end of my first roommate experience, and boy am I glad I made it alive. At times it was nice, she was my primary source of socialization early in the year when I first moved up here. She also helped me out when I was in need, and was an understanding person when I needed her to be. In between though, she was a self-righteous bitch who treated me like I was 5, whose cat pissed all over everything.
The saga begins in September, when she was my very onliest friend in the world up here. We had our house-warming party. We hung out with Chris and Josh. We went to a few other parties. But by November I had had enough. After the Halloween party, with her 30-something ex-bf, I decided her friends were fucking boring as fuck, and I could do better. So November was when I started declining invitations and trying my best to get out of there. I remember her acting like a stuck-up bitch about recycling, one time I put something that was recyclable in the garbage and she gave me shit about it. I also remember her and her stupid friends keeping me up with their drinking and carrying on out in the living room, and her incessant watching of TV, which also kept me up frequently. I didn't say anything about it, or complain. But the second she heard my stereo from the other room, she was on my case about turning it down.
Her cat was also a source of stress for me when I first moved up there. We had a shitty-ass futon that all but fell apart after 5 months that her cat pretty much used as a litterbox. Also, during Thanksgiving Break she had her brothers over, and they fucked up the oven, which remained broken for the rest of my residence there. I also remember coming home and finding my bathroom door open, after I had specifically told her to keep it shut, and then finding out her cat had pissed all over my clothes in there. That cat ruined many of my clothes. But I didn't make her pay for them because I didn't want any hostility between us. Even when she offered, I declined. That turned out to be an idiotic mistake, because she apparently didn't care as much about preserving our relationship as I had. So she constantly gave me shit while her cat pissed all over my futon and she did nothing about it. Our apartment smelled like piss for months.
So then I finally started putting pressure on her to take her cat to a vet. I was tired of having my clothes pissed on, tired of having to close my doors all the time...but did she do it? No. She waited until late January, I think, to actually do it. So I finally took matters into my own hands and put her cat in the back room, along with her stupid cat tree which was taking up space in the living room.
So my independence finally paid off around January when I started dating Danny. I finally had an excuse not to have to hang around. I finally had someone ELSE to hang out with, and I just didn't talk to her for a while. I didn't really give a shit. But luckily for me, when it all ended with Danny, she was there for me, which is something I still appreciate to this day. However, a few weeks after that, she gave me tons of shit about this bounced check from December, which was both of our faults, but she placed all the blame on me. She took forever to cash my half of the rent in December, and it bounced, and my mom and I figured it wasn't that big of a deal, and it took us a while to get it back to her. And she basically insulted my mom, calling her incompetent, and insulted me, insinuating that I wasn't mature enough to handle adult life. After we both cooled down, we had a big, long chat about it, and how basically she was tired of me leaving garbage out when I could just throw it away, and I was tired of her leaving her cooking shit out because I didn't want to have to wash it. And we had a pseudo-argument about how, if it bothers her that badly, why doesn't SHE just turn around and throw it away? It was stupid on both parts, really. But there were also a few times where I cleaned the kitchen spotless, and then she turned right around and made a mess with her cooking. So really, both of us made the mess, but she absolutely LOVED to ride on her high horse and make me feel like the only one who ever made a mess.
So I guess that was the big "unspoken" tension between us. But really, the unspoken tension happened long ago when Casey pissed all over my things and then she gave me shit when I was trying not to cause any tension. So if I've learned one thing, it's to speak up when people do that kind of shit. Make people pay for shit when they ruin it, and always have ammunition for whenever someone wants to get up on their high-horse and make you feel stupid.
Today, I think all the tensions came to a boil. Well, not really a boil, more like a light simmer. I don't consider myself a vengeful person. But today, she really pissed me off with her "more-responsible-than-thou" attitude, so I called her out on it in a totally passive-aggressive way. Which in hindsight was a little cowardly, but I'll be damned if I give a shit. Honestly, I'm just glad to be free of her stupid expectations and her judgments. Walking 5 feet ahead of me when I'm smoking, just so she can make a point that she doesn't like it. Droning on and on about her knowledge of what-the-fuck-ever. Arguing with me about throwing my butts on the street. Calling me immature, irresponsible, childish. Whatever. I'm done! And if she doesn't care to be my friend anymore, I don't give much of a fuck anyway. Although she was there when I needed her, it was awkward between us at any other time, simply because she never got off of her fucking high horse. Good riddance!
The saga begins in September, when she was my very onliest friend in the world up here. We had our house-warming party. We hung out with Chris and Josh. We went to a few other parties. But by November I had had enough. After the Halloween party, with her 30-something ex-bf, I decided her friends were fucking boring as fuck, and I could do better. So November was when I started declining invitations and trying my best to get out of there. I remember her acting like a stuck-up bitch about recycling, one time I put something that was recyclable in the garbage and she gave me shit about it. I also remember her and her stupid friends keeping me up with their drinking and carrying on out in the living room, and her incessant watching of TV, which also kept me up frequently. I didn't say anything about it, or complain. But the second she heard my stereo from the other room, she was on my case about turning it down.
Her cat was also a source of stress for me when I first moved up there. We had a shitty-ass futon that all but fell apart after 5 months that her cat pretty much used as a litterbox. Also, during Thanksgiving Break she had her brothers over, and they fucked up the oven, which remained broken for the rest of my residence there. I also remember coming home and finding my bathroom door open, after I had specifically told her to keep it shut, and then finding out her cat had pissed all over my clothes in there. That cat ruined many of my clothes. But I didn't make her pay for them because I didn't want any hostility between us. Even when she offered, I declined. That turned out to be an idiotic mistake, because she apparently didn't care as much about preserving our relationship as I had. So she constantly gave me shit while her cat pissed all over my futon and she did nothing about it. Our apartment smelled like piss for months.
So then I finally started putting pressure on her to take her cat to a vet. I was tired of having my clothes pissed on, tired of having to close my doors all the time...but did she do it? No. She waited until late January, I think, to actually do it. So I finally took matters into my own hands and put her cat in the back room, along with her stupid cat tree which was taking up space in the living room.
So my independence finally paid off around January when I started dating Danny. I finally had an excuse not to have to hang around. I finally had someone ELSE to hang out with, and I just didn't talk to her for a while. I didn't really give a shit. But luckily for me, when it all ended with Danny, she was there for me, which is something I still appreciate to this day. However, a few weeks after that, she gave me tons of shit about this bounced check from December, which was both of our faults, but she placed all the blame on me. She took forever to cash my half of the rent in December, and it bounced, and my mom and I figured it wasn't that big of a deal, and it took us a while to get it back to her. And she basically insulted my mom, calling her incompetent, and insulted me, insinuating that I wasn't mature enough to handle adult life. After we both cooled down, we had a big, long chat about it, and how basically she was tired of me leaving garbage out when I could just throw it away, and I was tired of her leaving her cooking shit out because I didn't want to have to wash it. And we had a pseudo-argument about how, if it bothers her that badly, why doesn't SHE just turn around and throw it away? It was stupid on both parts, really. But there were also a few times where I cleaned the kitchen spotless, and then she turned right around and made a mess with her cooking. So really, both of us made the mess, but she absolutely LOVED to ride on her high horse and make me feel like the only one who ever made a mess.
So I guess that was the big "unspoken" tension between us. But really, the unspoken tension happened long ago when Casey pissed all over my things and then she gave me shit when I was trying not to cause any tension. So if I've learned one thing, it's to speak up when people do that kind of shit. Make people pay for shit when they ruin it, and always have ammunition for whenever someone wants to get up on their high-horse and make you feel stupid.
Today, I think all the tensions came to a boil. Well, not really a boil, more like a light simmer. I don't consider myself a vengeful person. But today, she really pissed me off with her "more-responsible-than-thou" attitude, so I called her out on it in a totally passive-aggressive way. Which in hindsight was a little cowardly, but I'll be damned if I give a shit. Honestly, I'm just glad to be free of her stupid expectations and her judgments. Walking 5 feet ahead of me when I'm smoking, just so she can make a point that she doesn't like it. Droning on and on about her knowledge of what-the-fuck-ever. Arguing with me about throwing my butts on the street. Calling me immature, irresponsible, childish. Whatever. I'm done! And if she doesn't care to be my friend anymore, I don't give much of a fuck anyway. Although she was there when I needed her, it was awkward between us at any other time, simply because she never got off of her fucking high horse. Good riddance!