The great Move-Out is imminent
I'll be blunt. My stepdad is an asshole when it comes to showing me why I should or shouldn't do certain things. I've only left the TV on maybe once or twice overnight by accident (I forget to set the timer) and he goes ballistic on me telling me if it happens again, he'll make me pay part (maybe all, he didn't say) of the electricity bill. What the FUCK? Oh I'm so sorry, Mr. Doesn't-Like-Absent-Minded-People. I won't accidentally leave the TV on again.
But that's not what made me write this entry. My stepdad has a history of entering my room when I'm not there. I mean, I guess I can understand since it's his house and so every room is essentially his... but come on. What if I have a surprise for him too big for my closet? He'd walk in and BOOM! Surprise ruined. What took the cake is that tonight he pulled me aside and asked me "what my problem is." Now I know I do tend to let my room get a little messy. But it's not like I have dirty clothes everywhere and you can't find anything. Compared to some rooms I've seen, the messiest my room has gotten is pretty damn clean. So anyway, I wanted badly to retort with "Actually, that's your problem. I don't care about the condition of my room as long as I can find stuff and move around in it without stepping on stuff" But I know him well and he'd make my life worse somehow. He made me an ultimatum this time: If he walks into my room again and finds it messy, he'll start throwing my stuff out. THROWING MY FUCKING PROPERTY IN THE FUCKING TRASH.
Well I believe it's now time to spite him and show him that I'm not just a complacent absent-minded irresponsible little shit who got engaged and "will probably expect Meranda to clean up after me." Bollocks. I'm gonna pack all my stuff into a Public Storage place. I might even tell him "Is that clean enough for you? Look, you can even see the floor! And look, the closet's clean too!" Besides, there's no way in hell I'm gonna let him touch any of my possessions. Something that appears to be garbage to him might mean something to me (like the pine-needle ring Meranda gave me or my acorn collection) Hell, he might not even prioritize. He might throw away anything. Like any of my books, Pagan tools, or *cringe* art stuff. But I swear, if I, as an absent-minded (more like apathetic) person who has come to understand that who gives a flying fuck if my room is messy, fail to remember to keep my room spotless, that asshole better not touch a thing that relates to Meranda. If he does, I am gone. No questions asked. I can get new Pagan stuff, I can buy new books and art supplies, but you can not replace loving memories. He has earned himself a place on my mental trophy shelf of "Worst Assholes In My Life"
P.S. Anyone who can afford to buy a BMW has no right to bitch about the cost of anything, namely electricity bills.
But that's not what made me write this entry. My stepdad has a history of entering my room when I'm not there. I mean, I guess I can understand since it's his house and so every room is essentially his... but come on. What if I have a surprise for him too big for my closet? He'd walk in and BOOM! Surprise ruined. What took the cake is that tonight he pulled me aside and asked me "what my problem is." Now I know I do tend to let my room get a little messy. But it's not like I have dirty clothes everywhere and you can't find anything. Compared to some rooms I've seen, the messiest my room has gotten is pretty damn clean. So anyway, I wanted badly to retort with "Actually, that's your problem. I don't care about the condition of my room as long as I can find stuff and move around in it without stepping on stuff" But I know him well and he'd make my life worse somehow. He made me an ultimatum this time: If he walks into my room again and finds it messy, he'll start throwing my stuff out. THROWING MY FUCKING PROPERTY IN THE FUCKING TRASH.
Well I believe it's now time to spite him and show him that I'm not just a complacent absent-minded irresponsible little shit who got engaged and "will probably expect Meranda to clean up after me." Bollocks. I'm gonna pack all my stuff into a Public Storage place. I might even tell him "Is that clean enough for you? Look, you can even see the floor! And look, the closet's clean too!" Besides, there's no way in hell I'm gonna let him touch any of my possessions. Something that appears to be garbage to him might mean something to me (like the pine-needle ring Meranda gave me or my acorn collection) Hell, he might not even prioritize. He might throw away anything. Like any of my books, Pagan tools, or *cringe* art stuff. But I swear, if I, as an absent-minded (more like apathetic) person who has come to understand that who gives a flying fuck if my room is messy, fail to remember to keep my room spotless, that asshole better not touch a thing that relates to Meranda. If he does, I am gone. No questions asked. I can get new Pagan stuff, I can buy new books and art supplies, but you can not replace loving memories. He has earned himself a place on my mental trophy shelf of "Worst Assholes In My Life"
P.S. Anyone who can afford to buy a BMW has no right to bitch about the cost of anything, namely electricity bills.
posted by Artifex at 10:21 PM
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