Polaris: Day Three, Entry One
Dear Hotel Room Neighbour (aka Polaris Drama Queen 2012),
Guess what? Hotel rooms are not soundproof. So your deep, soul-wrenching sobbing at four o'clock in the morning? Was not contained to your room. The conversation you had immediately after (I'm guessing on a cell phone, since I couldn't hear another voice at this point) where you repeatedly asked why someone was treating you like this? Shared with others. When Brian arrived and you had an argument about not being able to find him at some party, and you (repeatedly) wanted to know why he's treating you like this and what does he want from you? We heard it. Every. Freaking. Word. And lady, if you're this whiny at four in the morning with zero consideration for your neighbours, then I'm surprised he has anything to do with you.
Also, as Dr. Phil says (don't judge), you treat people how to treat you. So when you demand why he treats you this way, demand he leave, and then immediately start shouting his name and wanting to know where he's going and please don't leave you, then you're just asking to be treated like dirt because clearly you'll put up with it and still come crawling back for more. Just sayin'.
(I am curious about the fact that he appears to have your dog... which I think is here at the hotel? Because I'm fairly certain it's not a service dog so what's it doing here?)
So, thanks for the half-hour, pre-dawn entertainment. /sarcasm
No love,
Me
It'll only get better from here. Starbucks is just downstairs, after all. :p~ (I think I have almost as many Starbucks drinks during Polaris weekend as I do the rest of the year combined.)
Today's plan includes some panels, probably Wil Wheaton, hitting up the Marketplace, and tonight, a viewing of the new show Continuum at vicki_james98's place as, in Polaris tradition, she kindly lets me spend the night before taking me to the train station tomorrow morning.
Catch you all later!
Guess what? Hotel rooms are not soundproof. So your deep, soul-wrenching sobbing at four o'clock in the morning? Was not contained to your room. The conversation you had immediately after (I'm guessing on a cell phone, since I couldn't hear another voice at this point) where you repeatedly asked why someone was treating you like this? Shared with others. When Brian arrived and you had an argument about not being able to find him at some party, and you (repeatedly) wanted to know why he's treating you like this and what does he want from you? We heard it. Every. Freaking. Word. And lady, if you're this whiny at four in the morning with zero consideration for your neighbours, then I'm surprised he has anything to do with you.
Also, as Dr. Phil says (don't judge), you treat people how to treat you. So when you demand why he treats you this way, demand he leave, and then immediately start shouting his name and wanting to know where he's going and please don't leave you, then you're just asking to be treated like dirt because clearly you'll put up with it and still come crawling back for more. Just sayin'.
(I am curious about the fact that he appears to have your dog... which I think is here at the hotel? Because I'm fairly certain it's not a service dog so what's it doing here?)
So, thanks for the half-hour, pre-dawn entertainment. /sarcasm
No love,
Me
It'll only get better from here. Starbucks is just downstairs, after all. :p~ (I think I have almost as many Starbucks drinks during Polaris weekend as I do the rest of the year combined.)
Today's plan includes some panels, probably Wil Wheaton, hitting up the Marketplace, and tonight, a viewing of the new show Continuum at vicki_james98's place as, in Polaris tradition, she kindly lets me spend the night before taking me to the train station tomorrow morning.
Catch you all later!