I read a fabulous quote this morning on Twitter whilst commuting in; 'life is a bitch, because if it were easy it would be a slut' and couldn't help but chuckle. Is life really this black and white? Would we become complacent and bored if it really was that easy, where you never had to work for anything and could quite easily lay on your back and let life come get you......
After the last few months I've had, there is a little part of me who could quite easily slip into that persona at the moment and would quite enjoy the ride of being carried along.....but I know in my heart I would get bored rigid (pardon the pun!) and would go in search of something more fun and strenuous to do...
Maybe this is why I keep finding myself in these situations where I think, 'how on earth.....' - this, I'm guessing, is where bitch life kicks in. Take my new lodger for example, when he came to view the room he seemed like a normal genuine guy compared to the last one I had in, but fast track one week and we've already had a massive row and he is seriously doing my head in. Seriously. Really. Really. Exasperating.
I think he is actually a nice guy, and deep (very deep) down he means well, but, the guy does not shut up! He thinks No means Yes, asking to drop a subject means to badger the crap out of me even more and when I say I'm going for some peace and quiet thinks I mean follow me upstairs and carry on talking for at least another hour.
The man has no boundaries - the other day when I went up to my room to read my book and try to get 5 minutes quiet, he proceeded to follow me upstairs and stand in my doorway chatting away. When he finally realised I wasn't going to budge or watch a film with him, then decided to invite himself in and sit on the end of my bed as, 'there's no point me standing up chatting to you when it's more comfortable to do it sitting down' - and if that wasn't bad enough, even had the cheek to ask me to move my feet!!!!
I'm trying to see things from his point of view, he's just come out of a 8 year relationship, has no real friends and is at a loss as he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself and hasn't shared with any one before except his girlfriend. As patient as I am trying to be, I have been getting this out of body experience that he somehow thinks I am a substitute for his ex and the more I try to push him away and paint myself to be a truly hideous monster, the more in-my-face he becomes.
Well, hopefully after last nights dramas he has now taken the hint and may start settling down and backing off. But I am wondering if maybe it would be legal to slip a little something into his tea - a little bit of Imodium say, to see if it works on the verbal version of diarrhea as well as the anal form - or if that fails maybe a few little sleeping pills to knock him out long enough to be able to watch the ending of Top Gear on Sunday night.....
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