Look into the flames and see what they say 🔥
In the perspective of things - it might just be better to book those tickets a week before, get the people and prinks sorted and then do it.
Last minute is always the worst.
I have more than two options but so I dwindled it down to two.
So here's what happened tonight:
I asked the girl I share a floor with if she wanted to go out, she said she was waiting for her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes and realised this was the response I was always going to get from her so this was the last time I'll be asking her. I asked the guy (he's a kid to me imo but still) if he wanted to he said he can't. So I was like ok yes or no and he said no. I rolled my eyes again... internally.
I didn't want to ask nanna, or mommy of two, and I certainly was not going to ask Mr. "I"m 37." I didn't know where the other guy was but he went AWOL. My night was not PG. I reconsidered and I thought screw it I'll go on my own. Blast my tunes put and get my make-up on. I've recharged my batteries and I'm feeling myself.
I book a taxi, the first one doesn't turn up. I think maybe I should ask the youngest one to give me a lift and I thought no, I'm done with controlling behaviour. I book another taxi and this one turns up. As I am about to leave Mrs. "I am mentally deranged and I steal rugs, I am on benefits and I bullshit but I think my words have weight without the accolades like a university education prove it" starts insinuating I should take my shoes off. Mmm, I take them off but then I realise I'm looking and feeling peng today that I don't give a rat's arse what she says.
"K" was all she got.
You think I'm agreeing but I don't give a toss. There is no point in arguing with a fool like that.
My taxi arrives. I'm pumped. It's a ghost town but I know once I get into that lounge and bar I'm on it. I'm about to pay the driver and my card is locked. So, I pay cash. I realise though if my card is locked what point is there in having that delicious cocktail? I tell the driver after a series of stupid questions that I just want to go back. He takes me back.
As I enter the house, lo and behold! it's voluntary worker and I'm not earning my own moolah to take your shoes off and wash your hands. All the other kids do it. Are you jel I look a thousand times better than you and am just in a completely different league to you?
Yes.
We're not friends, boo boo. I've seen and been through more than you have in your middle aged period.
I tell her I'm not a kid as I take my knuckle crunching platforms that crush anyone's toes.
Also, did you forget you acted like batshit crazy bitch the other day demanding for your pillows and forgot to apologise?
Amnesia is natural and I'm feeling like catty bitch today as I call her a thief under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. She may be ill (is she though? I don't believe a word she says anyway but I kinda just "roll with it" because I only argue with worthy opponents and just cause I'm super smart at swerving) but I have no tolerance for insane behaviour.
The agenda of I'm the elder so I know best is old and that where the culture has to change so no wonder my parents are terrified of me because I've been at this since I was yay-high.
Your age does not excuse your shitty treatment and you're accountable for being a crazy cunt.
I give my most gorgeous grin and swiftly move away from the delusional God-like little shadow and make a cup of tea which I will now thoroughly enjoy whilst I stare at myself in mirror because my battery is full, my sympathy for you had declined because I think I've been the so graceful and chill regardless of my circumstances in handling you so if you do some for me I will verbally slaughter you like I do with my emotionally unhinged mother, and I've got full grip on the wheels.
I know you're someone's mother (sorry kids) but I've waited without being too hasty on judgement but she's a bitch and anyone who licks her feet needs to get their tongue bleached.
Mothers like that don't have heaven under their feet, they're just vampiric sucking empty shells.
Anger out, goodnight.
I'm going out tomorrow.
And I'm dragging my lion mane prey with me
I can't live with people of my own culture.
Neither can I live with other people.
You can come up with the most ludicrous explanations.
But it's pretty simple:
I like my own space, solitude, silence, company, eveverything.
and I drew the final line tonight.
After a good night's sleep and being woken up by the sound of kids again
I'm going home to my friends.
Young professional
Students
No SO
No kids
Full time working
Educated
Graduates
Post Graduates
PhD
You get the jist
Lord help me for the next week or so
I can't wait to go home :)
"Your age does not excuse your shitty treatment and you're accountable for being a crazy cunt."
quote of the millenium
The healthiest place for me to be is back with my family
Blood is thicker than water