A Lesson to Some…

I got done crunching the number and I could have first month rent and damage deposit by April 24th.

I wish it was quicker, but I have to pay my part of the expenses while I’m stuck here — and that means less money that’s set aside.

Where’s the lesson?  Hold on, this is my blog, and I’ll tell this my way.

Jeeze…

I spent most of this weekend in a drunken stupor, reviewing things.  Most people can’t concentrate when drunk, and neither can I really.  But I can (and do) use that altered state to discover things I’ve missed, or to find other, creative ways of thinking about things.  Then my trusty pad of paper comes into play, and I write shit down.

Well, being a self-imposed prisoner of my bedroom for 48+ hours, minus bar-time and meals at a restaurant, helped me focus.

It wouldn’t be nearly so bad if the “parental unit” didn’t choose to try to talk this weekend, but he approached it completely bass-ackwards.  He blamed me for every failed communication attempt, when he was the one closing doors.  I told him as such, but with harsher words.  (I believe I said “It took you four fucking months to realize something wasn’t right, when I stopped talking to you in December?  And I was trying to talk to you in November?  No, it’s too late.  Too fucking late.”)

I ain’t about passive-aggressive bullshit that hurts.  I (unfortunately) engage in a bit myself, due to upbringing and environment, unfortunately I don’t know better.  But I do make a concerted effort to recognize when I’m being passive aggressive and fix it as soon as possible.

Unless it’s humorous and doesn’t hurt anyone.

But this latest spat has hurt people.  More than myself and the involved “parental unit”.

I’m weeding that out of my life now.  When I move it will be a new beginning, come hell or high water.  I’m tired of being expected to read between the lines for petty bullshit, like parking my car or how I do laundry.

So, I’m not going to be drinking unless it’s in the fridge.  Once that’s gone, I’m done.  I’m now on “tight-belt” mode.  I’m shooting for $3/day dinners for the next month, no extra driving, no anything that isn’t necessary.

Hey, I did it once when I stopped this house from going to foreclosure.  And I lasted six months that way.  (Twelve, if you count the months it took to repay the loan a good friend gave me during that time.)

I’m just tired.  Worn out.

So, the lesson?  Be straight with people, especially me.  Or the new me will tell you to fuck off, and tell you (in detail) how to do so.  With polaroids, so your chances of becoming a Supreme Court Justice are…  Well, I was going to say shot, but in today’s political clime…?

Fair to middlin’.

Have fun, readers.  I’m staying under the radar, but I hope to keep posting.

Skåll!!!