minor update whoo
Alright, it’s mid-July and I am 15 (FIFTEEN!) days away from a really big move. You see, I lived with a guy. Let’s call him Ted. Ted’s not his name, by the way, but it’s a good filler name, don’t you think? Anyway. Not-Ted lived here with me because, after my mom died and insurance money started to dwindle, I realized I needed to get a roommate. Let me repeat that – I decided I needed a roommate. Me. Someone who could possibly win Miss Assburgers USA, if I were prettier and about sixteen tons lighter. I thought it would work out. And for a while, it was.
The thing about me is, I get tired of people being around me all the time. I started retreating to my room a lot more often because, well. Too much people time. And I didn’t think this was a problem; he was hardly here, anyway, so it felt like I lived alone usually. And I was keeping odd hours for a while because I’m a random person, so we only saw each other in passing. I was fine with this. Clearly, he was not.
One fateful evening mid-June, I received a Facebook message from Not-Ted. In this message, he informed me that he would be moving out.
The next day.
I was floored. Really, Not-Ted? A Facebook message? I responded to see if he would at least talk to me in person, but he refused. And so I decided that Not-Ted was, in fact, a complete toolbag and not a very good friend to boot. I despaired for quite some time. I’m still in despair, honestly. But slightly less so. I’ve managed to calm myself enough to book a plane ticket to North Carolina thanks to my uncle. I’ve sold the vast majority of my belongings. I’ve tried to work a bit harder, despite the fact that I have the attention span of a newt.
Right now, I’m concerned with being able to afford to pay August’s rent here (the landlady’s making me, boo!), in addition to getting everything sold, cleaned, and shipped. My helper is, unfortunately, overwhelmingly pregnant right now, and pretty much everyone else I like is out of state. I’m worried. Very very worried. But it all has to get done, and so I’ll do it. I have to believe that it can get done, or else I’ll just go back to crying on my mattress – which was once a bed, but I sold the frame and box spring – and wanting to die. Life can’t always be terrible, right? Eventually things get better?
Yeah, he sent me a Facebook message. I can’t believe it either.
Things always suck before they get better. C’est la vie.
You can get it done as long as you stick to it, as tempting as crying into a mattress instead sounds.
Good grief! I’d been trying to piece together what was going on, and this is pretty much what I though.
Geez. I’m sorry you were forced into this situation, but hopefully this will ultimately prove to be a positive thing and a fresh start.
What can I do that might be helpful?
What I THOUGHT. Not though.
It’d be more help if you were closer, haha. As it stands, there’s not much you can do from afar unless you have magic box-finding powers.
Or magic anxiety reducers.
What a nice guy. But I think that ~everything happens for a reason,~ so I’m glad you’re taking this opportunity to move along to greener pastures.
Unrelated: I downloaded that game and it e-mailed me CONSTANTLY asking to play games, so I uninstalled it. Is there a way to remedy this?
I’m working under the thought that everything happens for a reason, so hopefully this is for the best. It’s just stressing and I’ve been having yet another “HOLY GOD PANIC!” day.
Which game? Mabinogi? I…have no idea, I never get emails from Nexon. Maybe there’s something in the account settings?