Yes, the definite way to get a response re: our rent credit is to not pay our rent. Yes, that will definitely work. No, they definitely can’t evict us if we don’t pay our rent because darnit we requested a rent credit. Srsly, folks? THIS IS NOT HOW YOU SOLVE PROBLEMS. I’ve never really rented before and even I know that letters and references to RCWs are the way to get shit done. And to top it off, you made that decision between the two of you and didn’t think to share with the other three of us. You rock. You fucking rock.
Yes, I am excited to go to grad school next year and “live in the dumb dorms again.” You wanna know why? No roommate. Maintenance gets handled within 48 hours. No pile of dirty dishes in the sink. And that’s just the start of the list.
I swear to fucking god, you have not seen anger until you smoke fucking weed in my house. I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS HOLY THAT YOU WILL PAY.
Two bathrooms with empty TP rolls? Seriously?
And don’t fucking use my bathroom stuff without asking. I bought those towels. I bought that shampoo.
Can we discuss how fucking stressful it is figuring out how to get to grad school?
I hope you call me out on any shit you think I’m pulling, because you can be damn sure I’m going to call you out on yours.
I prefer my routines. I enjoy being around people I know. I can gain a ridiculous amount of energy from a group of ten or more, as long as I know who I am with and what to expect from them. Put in a group of three people I don’t feel comfortable around and I will instantly scrunch up my shoulders and edge my way to the corner of the room in hopes of not being noticed.
I was put into one of the most anxiety-inducing situations I’ve been in for quite a while. People came over to the house, which is nothing new. But these people were drunk of their asses and still drinking more (at 9pm — they started early?). Add into that the pot that they’d been smoking and it wasn’t fun anymore. I’m all for folks smoking (yeah, go Washington! Way to make that shit legal!) and I’m all for folks drinking.
But when you come over to my house and start knocking shit over and knocking stuff off the walls? I get angry. My voice goes into RA mode and I use short sentences with easy to understand words. I treat you like a child because you’re acting like a child. I don’t spend money on many things, but the things I do buy are things that I value; I prefer for them to remain in good condition. When I spend time baking a cake with someone else and present it to you for your birthday, the way to show your gratitude is not to smash it into someone’s face and then destruct it into uneatable pieces with a knife and fork. Nope. Sorry.
I go into RA mode because that is how I know how to cope. When I feel like I have some sort of influence in the situation, my anxiety doesn’t rise up through my spine into my skull where it will settle for days. So, do not be surprised when I push back when you push with your voice, your body, or your actions. This is not how shit is going to happen in the future. You will respect my house. You will respect my things. You will respect me. I will not let you ruin this experience for me.