Eight Days of Happiness - Day Four

Alan came home this morning, after two days in Auckland. Funny that a trip that takes me hours by trains takes him only one hour by air. But still... happy to have him back. It makes sleeping at night that little bit easier.

Going out for lunch, and then up to Peka Peka for a bit of sunbathing. It's August and technically still winter and so it makes me happy that even for a little while, I could get some sun on my skin (not long, though, before cool breezes became too much, and the clothing came back on).

It makes me happy to see Gratch playing with one of the freebies Alan brought home from the expo, a stress ball that is light enough that she can bat around and pick up and rake and chase all around the house. It makes me happy to hear the jingle of the bell on her collar as she goes chasing it down the hallway, or even, for a minute, batting it to me so I could bat it to her. So cute. Just like how she becomes the velcro-kitty on my man's computer chair, climbing up the sides to perch on the top and 'kill' the chair.

Fin.

Just... cancelling my happiness posts with a rant. Ha!

I really, really wish Joe would hurry up and move out. It's been six months. That's five months, three weeks, and 6 days too many.

He's the same age as me. And yet? I find myself referring to him and his (underage) girlfriend as "the kids." They are also such utter teenagers, in the way they constantly leave lights or appliances on (or now also make toll calls without thinking who pays the phone bill), and forget to refill the jug or clean up the spilled sugar on the bench... they go through towels like you wouldn't believe. (Joe has his own towels. But he uses ours because they're softer, nicer, not stained and ratty and overwashed. And he uses them just once before tossing on the floor of the laundry room or the sleepout where they lay for days-weeks.)

They use my stuff. Shampoo, conditioner. We asked when Joe moved in if he needed body wash, deoderant, toothpaste, whatever, so he could have his own and not use ours. Heaven has only in the last two weeks bought her own shampoo and conditioner, after having used my (not exactly cheap) tresemme for how many months? Not to mention my body wash, my special soaps I was given at Christmas... and Joe frequently uses Alan's afterhsave. And he paints himself in it.

Um, problems? Let's see...
1.) Alan's birthday present from me.
2.) That ain't cheap supermarket shit, it's nice Body Shop stuff.
3.) I do not need my man's son smelling like my man. Ew.

And the worst part of it is that they use this stuff, that is ours, and they don't even ASK first. Okay, sometimes they do. But most of the time? Nope. It just gets used. It fucks me off, because if you want nice stuff like we have... Get out, get a job, and EARN IT. Plus I really hate Joe's champagne tastes on beer budget. He complains about not having enough clothes, or this or that, but he's not willing to go secondhand, or to cheaper brands/shops, or, y'know, GET A JOB so he can afford better stuff.

I just... as I said to Alan. I have no objection to Joe and/or Heaven. I object to them living here.

I'm too OCD about my home to tolerate them. They disrupt the order. What's worse is that they are largely oblivious to it, and even when I point it out, they don't care enough to change their ways. As far as Joe is concerned, this is his home, and it doesn't matter that he has intruded on Alan and me, he just cares about his creature comforts. His insensitivity and self-centered worldview means that he doesn't even THINK about how he's upsetting things. If I were to yell at him about all the little annoying quirks, he wouldn't understand why I was angry. And what's worse? He would just dismiss me. Like my opinion and my feelings don't even matter. He does it to Alan. He's done it to Chris & Tarns. Why would I be any different?

(Alan knows all this. He understands. His patience with Joe is wearing thin, too.)

Fin.