As I've said in earlier posts, speaking to themisn't worth it as they either walk way mid conversation or tell you they're notlistening to you. Playing by the rules when others don't is pointless andwastes my energy. NOT doing anything makes a point.
I live in my room these days. I keep my food onone shelf in the fridge and keep a bottle of milk in the door. I have myallocated cupboard space and have to keep some of my kitchen things in a box (apretty one) under a table in the living room as Beelzebub needs a cupboard to storeall her stolen glasses from the pub she used to work at. I hang three coats ona hook in the hallway (Beelzebub hangs...well...God knows but the other fivehooks are full!). Beelzebub also leaves her pool cue in the hallway, becausethere isn't room for an anorexic stick in her MASSIVE bedroom. I wouldn't wantto leave any of my shoes on the shoe rack in the porch as Beelzebub leaves hershoes in there and they STINK! People comment when they walk in on a hot day...I have a basket for my bathroom things in the bathroom as I don't have a shelf,as well as my toothbrush, super-awesome electric flosser, tongue scraper, toothpaste and mouthwash on the window sill (the other three have shelves, andBeelzebub has migrated her stuff to all over everywhere). I dry as much of mylaundry in my bedroom as I can, utilising the hallway and bathroom radiatorsfor heavier stuff; the others leave their clothes abandoned, damp and stinkingon airers in the living room.
I lock myself away as much as I can and use onlymy own on the landlord provided communal equipment when necessary.
The communal living room is a massive bone ofcontention at the moment. Last week, my friend Warren and I had lunch and satand ate in there, surrounded by papers, desperately trying not to moveanything. The following day, Kat and I had dinner and sat in there, only toreceive evils from Little Himmler and Beelzebub for our trouble. I pay rent tolive here!!!! I pay rent to use the communal space!!!! If I have to study in myroom, surrounded by piles and piles of stuff because there's nowhere else forit, why can't I, for just one afternoon or evening for the first time inmonths, use the living room?
I have been completely passive until now as I knowthat upsets them. Let them do their thing, go about my life around them, don'trise to it. You want stinky damp laundry hanging around for days?Fine. I'll domy laundry and get it dry in hours in my room. You want to make noise? Fine.I'll just have to turn up my music so I can hear it. You don't want to do youcleaning? Fine. Neither do I...
On the Sunday the other week, when my friendWarren was round for lunch, I had to do a load of laundry as I was going onholiday that week and was in need of clean undies. Most of it was hung up in myroom, on my personal airer. Sadly, there were a couple of heavier items, jeansand such, which needed to go on the hallway radiator. There were two bone drytops and a bone dry towel on said radiator so I removed them, folded them, andput them on the stairs. I thought twice about it as you could guarantee thatsomeone would trip and fall, so I put them in a neat pile under the radiatory.An hour later, Warren and I came downstairs to find my three pairs of jeans ina damp pile. Now gravity is a wily character, but she doesn't act in adecidedly diagonal, swipey type way. That would be more akin to anasty little brat swiping my laundry off the radiator in a toddler styletantrum, would it not? Warren asked me what I would do and I replied that itwould be fine, my clothes would dry, and if I had to have the heating on allnight to get them dry as a result of them being in said pile, it would happen.Also, gravity may be a wily character but so is karma!
They say the way to deal with bullies is to ignorethem and let them run out of steam. Whoever 'they' are didn't have to live withsuch...such...NINCOMPOOPS! As yet, I have not reacted. Passivity is working onirritating them sufficiently well. Also, I told the landlady about the carpetstain and how it happened. Otherwise reacting could lead to them grassing me upto the landlady and I like this house, if not my housemates, so I want to livehere next year!
It's petty! So, so petty! It upsets me that it'sgotten to this stage. That I'VE gotten to this stage!
I live in my room these days. I keep my food onone shelf in the fridge and keep a bottle of milk in the door. I have myallocated cupboard space and have to keep some of my kitchen things in a box (apretty one) under a table in the living room as Beelzebub needs a cupboard to storeall her stolen glasses from the pub she used to work at. I hang three coats ona hook in the hallway (Beelzebub hangs...well...God knows but the other fivehooks are full!). Beelzebub also leaves her pool cue in the hallway, becausethere isn't room for an anorexic stick in her MASSIVE bedroom. I wouldn't wantto leave any of my shoes on the shoe rack in the porch as Beelzebub leaves hershoes in there and they STINK! People comment when they walk in on a hot day...I have a basket for my bathroom things in the bathroom as I don't have a shelf,as well as my toothbrush, super-awesome electric flosser, tongue scraper, toothpaste and mouthwash on the window sill (the other three have shelves, andBeelzebub has migrated her stuff to all over everywhere). I dry as much of mylaundry in my bedroom as I can, utilising the hallway and bathroom radiatorsfor heavier stuff; the others leave their clothes abandoned, damp and stinkingon airers in the living room.
I lock myself away as much as I can and use onlymy own on the landlord provided communal equipment when necessary.
The communal living room is a massive bone ofcontention at the moment. Last week, my friend Warren and I had lunch and satand ate in there, surrounded by papers, desperately trying not to moveanything. The following day, Kat and I had dinner and sat in there, only toreceive evils from Little Himmler and Beelzebub for our trouble. I pay rent tolive here!!!! I pay rent to use the communal space!!!! If I have to study in myroom, surrounded by piles and piles of stuff because there's nowhere else forit, why can't I, for just one afternoon or evening for the first time inmonths, use the living room?
I have been completely passive until now as I knowthat upsets them. Let them do their thing, go about my life around them, don'trise to it. You want stinky damp laundry hanging around for days?Fine. I'll domy laundry and get it dry in hours in my room. You want to make noise? Fine.I'll just have to turn up my music so I can hear it. You don't want to do youcleaning? Fine. Neither do I...
On the Sunday the other week, when my friendWarren was round for lunch, I had to do a load of laundry as I was going onholiday that week and was in need of clean undies. Most of it was hung up in myroom, on my personal airer. Sadly, there were a couple of heavier items, jeansand such, which needed to go on the hallway radiator. There were two bone drytops and a bone dry towel on said radiator so I removed them, folded them, andput them on the stairs. I thought twice about it as you could guarantee thatsomeone would trip and fall, so I put them in a neat pile under the radiatory.An hour later, Warren and I came downstairs to find my three pairs of jeans ina damp pile. Now gravity is a wily character, but she doesn't act in adecidedly diagonal, swipey type way. That would be more akin to anasty little brat swiping my laundry off the radiator in a toddler styletantrum, would it not? Warren asked me what I would do and I replied that itwould be fine, my clothes would dry, and if I had to have the heating on allnight to get them dry as a result of them being in said pile, it would happen.Also, gravity may be a wily character but so is karma!
They say the way to deal with bullies is to ignorethem and let them run out of steam. Whoever 'they' are didn't have to live withsuch...such...NINCOMPOOPS! As yet, I have not reacted. Passivity is working onirritating them sufficiently well. Also, I told the landlady about the carpetstain and how it happened. Otherwise reacting could lead to them grassing me upto the landlady and I like this house, if not my housemates, so I want to livehere next year!
It's petty! So, so petty! It upsets me that it'sgotten to this stage. That I'VE gotten to this stage!
