Unexpected House Guest

I think I'm too nice...

A younger guy at work got kicked out of his place for too much partying and noise, by his dad. In a moment of weakness, and not taking the time to think about it, I offered up my office/studio for him to use while he is searching for a new place to live.

I really should have kept my  mouth shut and thought it over...

Yes, I get that he's young and likes to have fun, but if the only other things you do besides work are drink, smoke pot and play computer games, you need to rethink your life. So he's had a tough upbringing, drunk dad and druggie mom, but come on dude, pull your head out of your ass. Do you want to end up like them, the parents you detest? Yes, you are young. But you've already been arrested and on probation for dealing drugs. You'd think that would be an indication that your life isn't going in the best direction.

So now I've been stuck with this teenager in my house, this stinky, loud, messy, inconsiderate man-child, and I. Want. Him. OUT.

I don't think I should have to wait in the morning to use my own bathroom, and then when I do finally get in there, I don't want water all over the floor and counter, and my hand towel covered in either toothpaste or shaving cream. Get your own damn towel for that. Oh! And he used up my washing pods, and leaves the dish cloth all bunched up to get smelly and crap.

Maybe I'm overreacting to normal guy behavior, but he can get his own house to leave in shambles, because I want mine BACK!

Melancholy

Sometimes, life just calls for some calm, blue-grey, slightly sad pondering. I feel like a wandering soul, lost in the world. Other souls seem to find a kindred spirit, no matter how awful they are.

I wish I could have a little cabin on the shore of an island like Ireland or England, or a northern coast somewhere, to do with what I will, sit in nature when I want, run around naked if I please. I wish I could write and paint and draw and sculpt for a living, but that takes money, as does all living. Maybe sometime in life I will be able to afford the land, and build the cabin of my dreams... start an orchard and a garden and a few livestock for a self-sustainable existence.

I would live in softness and clouds, surrounded by light and in partnership with nature. Washing my clothes in a stream, drying them by the sun, laying naked on the hill, caressed by the sun and the breeze. Writing by candlelight, waking with the dawn. Singing with the wind, whatever tune pleases my ears. Creating whatever pleases my eyes and my soul.

If only dreams and wishes came true...






Ondine
I Capture the Castle

Depression and Dating

Dating in this day and age is hard enough for a girl, but throw in a hormonal imbalance that gives you mood swings like crazy, and nights curled up crying on the floor, and you got yourself a recipe for disaster.

I had a boyfriend for a year, but he couldn't handle all my "shit", ie. my books and souvenirs from traveling, and even objects I made. So I'm in the apartment we rented so we could have our own place, but can barely afford on my own. But I finally want a home that feels like mine, so I stay.

I was online dating for a while, but that just turned into a string of one date wonders, the majority of which I never heard from again. Whatever, their loss. I think most of them couldn't handle how tall and big I was in real life. They can have fun cuddling up with the bone bags they want.

So theeeen I saw a guy for a month or two who has a good job, his own house and a cat, but has a deadbeat roommate and a pot problem. Yea yea, I know, pot is mild, but I don't do it and don't like being in the same room as one who smokes 5-6 a day. I don't want to sit in the dark all day watching you get stoned. I want to do shit! I don't need help being a lazy ass!

And now, I'm kinda starting to see this really sweet guy, he's a bit shorter than me, but he is an incredibly sweet guy, texts me even when he's visiting his family, and is good in the sack to boot! I met him through a meddling friend, who told me good things about him, then when I gave him a chance, told me she wasn't sure about what kind of vibe she got from him. Then she wanted me to just give him a chance, again! So now I'm getting to know him alone, not telling her anything and not taking the bait when she fishes for information about us. I don't want her tainting what could, by some stretch of imagination, turn into a great thing, so I'm kinda cutting her out a bit.



It's sad when one has to do that to one of their friends to get a real experience.