Ever woke up in a good mood only to have it
ruined by a dickhead?
I have far too often.
For me this comes in the form of being
woken up by; shouting/loud conversations, people stomping up and down stairs, hoovering,
doors slamming, cupboards slamming and my favourite bickering (when two people
are arguing/disagreeing but not overly aggressively more when a teenager is
told to do something and they fight out there cause with a parent, that kind of
thing).
This is at most inconsiderate and
disrespectful or at least absent minded and just a little bit cunty. The
biggest problem I have with this is that I am the kind of person who if I knew
someone hadn’t got to be up early, if it was their one day off from work say, I
would make sure to be quite in everything I did. But again that’s just me. It
seems a lot of my problems with other people stem from the fact that I expect
more from them because I would go out of my way to not impact someone’s day negatively.
From my life experience it seems we are the 1%, the thinkers, the considerate.
This is not completely an act of being
woken up prematurely mind you. This also comes in the form of people moving
your stuff. This is my number one hate with people you have to live with.
Nothing winds me up more than not being able to find something I need/want to
use as it has been moved from the place where I left it. The worst thing about
this for me is I could understand moving my stuff if I in fact left it on the floor
in the middle of a communal room for people to trip over, but I wouldn’t do
that as I am a pretty considerate person as stated before. I mean come on
moving a wallet from one shelf to another is not tidying, its borderline mental
illness and is completely unnecessary unless the original location of the
wallet was taking up space in which something else is more suited, which is
never the case the original location is always left bare and unused merely two
feet from the new location (this is a personal one can you tell?).
What annoys me more is when the same person
who moves your shit then leaves I don’t know let’s say a handbag on the stairs,
about three or four steps up pushed to the side but with the strap lying across
the step like a bear trap waiting to latch onto your ankle but instead of nearly
cutting your foot off, gravity sends you flying back down those four steps,
which might as well be a ten foot drop as the butterflies in your stomach have
no concept of falling distances. This however has never actually happened to me
but I’ve had a few near misses.
Shared bathrooms are also hard in a house
full of inconsiderate people. I luckily have a toilet in shed that’s attached
to our house for “emergencies”. Thank
God, Allah, Buddah and Bruce Wayne for that outside toilet, its saved my ass
(more like my underwear) more times than I can count due to people having long
showers or cleaning the bathroom at 8 a.m.
Unfortunately, there is sweet fuck all you
can do about this most of the time and your best bet is to sit out the shit
storm (sometimes a little more literal than I’d like) and dream of a day where
you can live alone in a cave away from horrible people. You might even befriend
a fox and a squirrel and live happily ever after in a sort of mashup of Jungle
Book and The Animals of Farthing wood. (Oh shit, I’ve finally lost it).
But anyway on a serious note as Fleetwood
Mac say “Don’t stop thinking about
tomorrow”, and even though you might still be stuck surrounded by these
people tomorrow you wont be for the rest of your life, so for now work at
getting away, make a plan so that you will never have a morning ruined again.
