Feeling better, flatmate annoying me
I'm going to rant now, for which I appologise in advance.
So, about a month ago, my flatmate informed me that I'm such a negative person, that he can't live with me. He is always going on about how you have to view life in a pleasant light. And then you wake up. He views life with the optimism of a 5-year-old, or an American, whichever you like.
I just did an interesting thing. He infromed me that he's writing a blog and he writes there about me and other stuff. He didn't say where it is specifically, or how I can find it, so I didn't ask. But of course, I was curious. Especially because he was boasting about how many people read it and how interesting he was. He also didn't write it for himself, but his readers. Which are his colleagues actually and his friends. Ugh, I wouldn't want my friends or colleagues to read my blog. Why not? It would be too weird. Not that if you are indeed reading this, then you can't become my friend.
So what I did was that since when I came home today his computer was on, downloading something (electricity bill...) I opened his browser and found his blog in two clicks.
Oh gods, boring, whiny, I'm better than everyone... Really.
So, after the first post I was bored out of my mind. I found my "nickname", however, so I made a search on it and highlighted every occurence. I was not interested in the rants about who he meet, or the love of his life, or his hospital stay. I read through what he wrote about me. Funny enough, it was really educating.
So what I found out was that he did indeed decide to move, because I was so negative. I know I love to rant about my problems, whine about how I'm on this really strict diet and can't eat what I really want to. But it's not like that's such a huge problem. I mean, sure, it's a really big part of my everyday life, so I sometimes get mad and whine. You do have to eat at least 3 times a day. Otherwise, my life is rather boring, since I work a lot and read or watch TV when I'm not, so I basically have very little to talk about. And he keeps saying that I should drink this horrid green thing and could eat anything. Because he's mister know-it-all.
I also realised, he constantly thinks that I'm lying and telling him stuff that are reality just to get him down. Of course, he's on this pink cloud, so when reality hits... And he talked about how I'm not happy about his successes. What successes? He doesn't have any. He also thinks that he can just impose on people and they'll hop to his every whim. Not.
So when I told him that he has to move on December 1st, he thought that I did that so he wouldn't be able to move at his own leasure. Well, since we pay a monthly rent, of course we leave at the start of the month. Why would he have thought otherwise? It's only logical.
Also, when he went out on a Saturday night and I enquired about his time away, he took that as an offence. Oh, I forgot, I'm jealous of "the love of his life". Like yeah right. It just doesn't stop to amaze me how he can delude himself into thinking that a straight guy is so taken with his charms, that he's in love with him. Pink cloud again. But that guy also probably knows how he's living on this cloud and strings him on for fun. Which I think is pretty disgusting. I do have an intense dislike of the guy, but that is because he's a liar and uses people. I talked to him like a couple of times, but I always got the feeling that behind his smile he's really calculating. So I'm not jealous, but I don't like the guy. I didn't like him from the first moment I meet him. But I'm an empath and can sense when someone is false.
Oh, and he also went on about how I didn't visit him in the hospital. He knows I hate hospitals. Once they wanted to operate on me and I searched until I found an alternative. I visited my mom only once when she was there. Besides, I also had my period and was in a lot of pain.
He also thinks that I'm not speaking to him, because he made up with his love after another fight. Like I wasn't expecting it. That guy is like the cigarettes. He was in the hospital because of his smoking habit, and he still smokes. Dope too. Which is foul. I'm not speaking to him, because he pretty much ignores me, which is a good thing. It's also really difficult to not tell him that my mom told me everything he said to her about me.
Oh, now there's a small story. My mom came to the capital, because she had a guy to meet, so she also took back some of the clothes I don't need now. Of course, she had to go to my apartment to get them. She had some time, so she also helped out by doing some stuff. Anyway, he went on about how I lie to him. No, he just doesn't get what I'm saying. How I'm a hypohondriac. No, just sick. How I'm an alcoholic. I haven't drunk since June. And I'm an occasional drinker, not more than any regular person. Oh, and he's jealous of my money. He spends all his money on dope and phone bills, oh, and food. I don't, so I can afford more stuff like clothes and even put away money. I make even less than he does. But of course he's the success story...
So, about a month ago, my flatmate informed me that I'm such a negative person, that he can't live with me. He is always going on about how you have to view life in a pleasant light. And then you wake up. He views life with the optimism of a 5-year-old, or an American, whichever you like.
I just did an interesting thing. He infromed me that he's writing a blog and he writes there about me and other stuff. He didn't say where it is specifically, or how I can find it, so I didn't ask. But of course, I was curious. Especially because he was boasting about how many people read it and how interesting he was. He also didn't write it for himself, but his readers. Which are his colleagues actually and his friends. Ugh, I wouldn't want my friends or colleagues to read my blog. Why not? It would be too weird. Not that if you are indeed reading this, then you can't become my friend.
So what I did was that since when I came home today his computer was on, downloading something (electricity bill...) I opened his browser and found his blog in two clicks.
Oh gods, boring, whiny, I'm better than everyone... Really.
So, after the first post I was bored out of my mind. I found my "nickname", however, so I made a search on it and highlighted every occurence. I was not interested in the rants about who he meet, or the love of his life, or his hospital stay. I read through what he wrote about me. Funny enough, it was really educating.
So what I found out was that he did indeed decide to move, because I was so negative. I know I love to rant about my problems, whine about how I'm on this really strict diet and can't eat what I really want to. But it's not like that's such a huge problem. I mean, sure, it's a really big part of my everyday life, so I sometimes get mad and whine. You do have to eat at least 3 times a day. Otherwise, my life is rather boring, since I work a lot and read or watch TV when I'm not, so I basically have very little to talk about. And he keeps saying that I should drink this horrid green thing and could eat anything. Because he's mister know-it-all.
I also realised, he constantly thinks that I'm lying and telling him stuff that are reality just to get him down. Of course, he's on this pink cloud, so when reality hits... And he talked about how I'm not happy about his successes. What successes? He doesn't have any. He also thinks that he can just impose on people and they'll hop to his every whim. Not.
So when I told him that he has to move on December 1st, he thought that I did that so he wouldn't be able to move at his own leasure. Well, since we pay a monthly rent, of course we leave at the start of the month. Why would he have thought otherwise? It's only logical.
Also, when he went out on a Saturday night and I enquired about his time away, he took that as an offence. Oh, I forgot, I'm jealous of "the love of his life". Like yeah right. It just doesn't stop to amaze me how he can delude himself into thinking that a straight guy is so taken with his charms, that he's in love with him. Pink cloud again. But that guy also probably knows how he's living on this cloud and strings him on for fun. Which I think is pretty disgusting. I do have an intense dislike of the guy, but that is because he's a liar and uses people. I talked to him like a couple of times, but I always got the feeling that behind his smile he's really calculating. So I'm not jealous, but I don't like the guy. I didn't like him from the first moment I meet him. But I'm an empath and can sense when someone is false.
Oh, and he also went on about how I didn't visit him in the hospital. He knows I hate hospitals. Once they wanted to operate on me and I searched until I found an alternative. I visited my mom only once when she was there. Besides, I also had my period and was in a lot of pain.
He also thinks that I'm not speaking to him, because he made up with his love after another fight. Like I wasn't expecting it. That guy is like the cigarettes. He was in the hospital because of his smoking habit, and he still smokes. Dope too. Which is foul. I'm not speaking to him, because he pretty much ignores me, which is a good thing. It's also really difficult to not tell him that my mom told me everything he said to her about me.
Oh, now there's a small story. My mom came to the capital, because she had a guy to meet, so she also took back some of the clothes I don't need now. Of course, she had to go to my apartment to get them. She had some time, so she also helped out by doing some stuff. Anyway, he went on about how I lie to him. No, he just doesn't get what I'm saying. How I'm a hypohondriac. No, just sick. How I'm an alcoholic. I haven't drunk since June. And I'm an occasional drinker, not more than any regular person. Oh, and he's jealous of my money. He spends all his money on dope and phone bills, oh, and food. I don't, so I can afford more stuff like clothes and even put away money. I make even less than he does. But of course he's the success story...
