Years ago I posted my last post here... I don't know why I stopped; maybe I had run out of things to say at that time.
Since then, many interesting and exciting things have happened:
1) I saved up enough money to move out of my parents house- after being forced to move home by my sudden illness (see: Just Another Day).
2) I started dating a new guy.
3) I have decided to start a small business on Etsy.
At the beginning I had a roommate. It started off great, but ended badly. The problems were, in my mind, caused more by her and her eventual boyfriend (who creeped me out from the first moment we met, and eventually moved in with us. I agreed to it; I wanted her to be happy.), her lack of adequate house keeping skills, and her poor money management. When someone who was making $65,000 a year asks someone who makes $10,000 a year (I receive a small monthly stipend) for money for bills and/or gas, you know they have poor money management skills.
The first month was good: we got along like a house on fire. A month later the issues began: fruit flies and dirty dishes. She would not do any dishes. I would go away for a trip with family or friends, making sure that most if not all of the dishes were clean, and come home to a pile of food covered dishes hosting a flock of fruit flies. There would be pans of cooked, but half eaten food on the stove, and half drunk bottles of beer (full of flies) scattered through the whole apartment. The landlords were not happy with us, but knew that I was doing what I could from my end. We had words, and she began to get better about it, for about a month... Then her boyfriend moved in (despite the fact that he creeped me out) and things got better for a time. He cleaned up after her. There was peace, for a time.
Then her boyfriend and I began to butt heads. He has a foul sense of humor and would make remarks about rape, incest, and so forth and laugh about them. He would also talk about intensely biological sexual acts at the dinner table. He would bad-mouth our friends and/or ask them inappropriate questions. I fought back- there is a time and a place for some things, and other things should not be joked about.
Things became tense- I was holding on to my sanity by a string and began to vent to close friends who also disliked him.
Then, I exacerbated the situation by starting to date her ex-boyfriend (they had been broken up for over a year, and she was in a happy relationship). She was unhappy about this turn of events. I made things worse by inviting him over. We sat in my room with the door mostly closed and watched TV. You would think the world had come to an end. She ranted about it on Facebook and began spouting nonsense that he was dangerous and she was afraid of him (despite the fact that she and he- I'll call him Metal Dan- would be at the same parties and they would have congenial conversations during the year after their break-up). I had known Metal Dan longer than I had known my roommate, and knew that he was not dangerous- as did most of the people who commented on her post (She is now known as Dingbat- Ding for short, and her boyfriend is Dong).
Soon after that my closest friend, Matt, came to visit. Dong came into the living room where Matt and I were chilling and attempted to pick a fight, and instead left after badmouthing me. Matt refused to visit me at my apartment after that. A week later, my friend (and ex-boyfriend- we are great friends, he is like a little brother to me now) Peter came to visit for dinner. Ding and Dong came home in the midst of a tasty pasta dinner. After Pete left, Ding informed me that having Pete over was a clear violation of the boundaries (I'm still not sure what these unspoken boundaries were) and he was henceforth banned from the apartment.
During the last three months they lived in the apartment with me, they isolated me completely from many of my friends, forced me to hide in my bedroom with my room shut- if I didn't hide, I was subjected to snide and nasty comments from Dong. I am sure Dong was trying to wage psychological warfare on me; he didn't win. They have been exiled, by their choice, to the lovely state of RI, and are no longer welcome or invited to events.
My world is a better place. I am happier, healthier, and can live life to the fullest (or to the extent that my budget allows). Oh, and things are going great with Metal Dan now that the "apartment war" is over.
Just recently, say two months ago, I have begun to knit and crochet in earnest with the goal of starting an online Etsy shop to make a bit of money to supplement my current meager income. The shop shall be called: The Purple Giraffe. This is the name of a former business that my mother had owned for several years. The idea is to create, cute, unusual, yet useful, items for babies, children, the home, and so forth. A kitchen sink of products all hand made by me. I hope you will come and visit it when it is up and running.
Since then, many interesting and exciting things have happened:
1) I saved up enough money to move out of my parents house- after being forced to move home by my sudden illness (see: Just Another Day).
2) I started dating a new guy.
3) I have decided to start a small business on Etsy.
The story:
At the beginning I had a roommate. It started off great, but ended badly. The problems were, in my mind, caused more by her and her eventual boyfriend (who creeped me out from the first moment we met, and eventually moved in with us. I agreed to it; I wanted her to be happy.), her lack of adequate house keeping skills, and her poor money management. When someone who was making $65,000 a year asks someone who makes $10,000 a year (I receive a small monthly stipend) for money for bills and/or gas, you know they have poor money management skills.
The first month was good: we got along like a house on fire. A month later the issues began: fruit flies and dirty dishes. She would not do any dishes. I would go away for a trip with family or friends, making sure that most if not all of the dishes were clean, and come home to a pile of food covered dishes hosting a flock of fruit flies. There would be pans of cooked, but half eaten food on the stove, and half drunk bottles of beer (full of flies) scattered through the whole apartment. The landlords were not happy with us, but knew that I was doing what I could from my end. We had words, and she began to get better about it, for about a month... Then her boyfriend moved in (despite the fact that he creeped me out) and things got better for a time. He cleaned up after her. There was peace, for a time.
Then her boyfriend and I began to butt heads. He has a foul sense of humor and would make remarks about rape, incest, and so forth and laugh about them. He would also talk about intensely biological sexual acts at the dinner table. He would bad-mouth our friends and/or ask them inappropriate questions. I fought back- there is a time and a place for some things, and other things should not be joked about.
Things became tense- I was holding on to my sanity by a string and began to vent to close friends who also disliked him.
Then, I exacerbated the situation by starting to date her ex-boyfriend (they had been broken up for over a year, and she was in a happy relationship). She was unhappy about this turn of events. I made things worse by inviting him over. We sat in my room with the door mostly closed and watched TV. You would think the world had come to an end. She ranted about it on Facebook and began spouting nonsense that he was dangerous and she was afraid of him (despite the fact that she and he- I'll call him Metal Dan- would be at the same parties and they would have congenial conversations during the year after their break-up). I had known Metal Dan longer than I had known my roommate, and knew that he was not dangerous- as did most of the people who commented on her post (She is now known as Dingbat- Ding for short, and her boyfriend is Dong).
Soon after that my closest friend, Matt, came to visit. Dong came into the living room where Matt and I were chilling and attempted to pick a fight, and instead left after badmouthing me. Matt refused to visit me at my apartment after that. A week later, my friend (and ex-boyfriend- we are great friends, he is like a little brother to me now) Peter came to visit for dinner. Ding and Dong came home in the midst of a tasty pasta dinner. After Pete left, Ding informed me that having Pete over was a clear violation of the boundaries (I'm still not sure what these unspoken boundaries were) and he was henceforth banned from the apartment.
During the last three months they lived in the apartment with me, they isolated me completely from many of my friends, forced me to hide in my bedroom with my room shut- if I didn't hide, I was subjected to snide and nasty comments from Dong. I am sure Dong was trying to wage psychological warfare on me; he didn't win. They have been exiled, by their choice, to the lovely state of RI, and are no longer welcome or invited to events.
My world is a better place. I am happier, healthier, and can live life to the fullest (or to the extent that my budget allows). Oh, and things are going great with Metal Dan now that the "apartment war" is over.
Just recently, say two months ago, I have begun to knit and crochet in earnest with the goal of starting an online Etsy shop to make a bit of money to supplement my current meager income. The shop shall be called: The Purple Giraffe. This is the name of a former business that my mother had owned for several years. The idea is to create, cute, unusual, yet useful, items for babies, children, the home, and so forth. A kitchen sink of products all hand made by me. I hope you will come and visit it when it is up and running.
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