A long time since my last(first) post.
(Does anyone read this anyways?)
I'm moving next weekend. I'm excited to get out of this place. It's weird how friends you thought you knew change so much when you actually live with them. Don't get me wrong, we're still friends, but something is different. Really different. I suppose it could be our clashing lifestyles really beginning to show through. Or maybe its the fact that they are in such a rough financial situation that I am deathly afraid of them not making their half of rent and me being homeless. Sure, my parents would take me in in a heartbeat. But I don't want to do that. I'd be failing in some weird, twisted sense. So I've done something that I typically wouldn't do, I stood up for myself and called it quits. It'd ruin our friendship if we kept living together, so it's best we just part ways. It's even harder when they're family as well as your best friend. But it had to be done. Someone had to say something, and I felt it was me that had to say it. Of course, as soon as it came out, I regretted saying anything. Does that happen to everyone else? I guess it must. And for the next few days, it sat about as well as a burrito from that dingy taco place on 1st. But the more I think about it, and the closer the move out date approaches, the more it feels right. So right. I guess there's some lesson to be learned here. Moving in with your best friend who has a history of financial troubles and a completely opposite way of life as you do is a bad thing? Sure, we'll go with that one.
Tomorrow begins the weekend (or today for technicality sake) and hopefully it should be a good one. I decided not to take an overtime shift at work as I have done for the past 3 weeks in order to give myself 2 full days to convince myself that I'm relaxing.
I'm going to bed, or something.
-T
(Does anyone read this anyways?)
I'm moving next weekend. I'm excited to get out of this place. It's weird how friends you thought you knew change so much when you actually live with them. Don't get me wrong, we're still friends, but something is different. Really different. I suppose it could be our clashing lifestyles really beginning to show through. Or maybe its the fact that they are in such a rough financial situation that I am deathly afraid of them not making their half of rent and me being homeless. Sure, my parents would take me in in a heartbeat. But I don't want to do that. I'd be failing in some weird, twisted sense. So I've done something that I typically wouldn't do, I stood up for myself and called it quits. It'd ruin our friendship if we kept living together, so it's best we just part ways. It's even harder when they're family as well as your best friend. But it had to be done. Someone had to say something, and I felt it was me that had to say it. Of course, as soon as it came out, I regretted saying anything. Does that happen to everyone else? I guess it must. And for the next few days, it sat about as well as a burrito from that dingy taco place on 1st. But the more I think about it, and the closer the move out date approaches, the more it feels right. So right. I guess there's some lesson to be learned here. Moving in with your best friend who has a history of financial troubles and a completely opposite way of life as you do is a bad thing? Sure, we'll go with that one.
Tomorrow begins the weekend (or today for technicality sake) and hopefully it should be a good one. I decided not to take an overtime shift at work as I have done for the past 3 weeks in order to give myself 2 full days to convince myself that I'm relaxing.
I'm going to bed, or something.
-T
I think moving out is the right thing. You dont want to pay more than your half but you dont want to be homeless or ruin the friendship.
Overtime......I would love overtime. Where I work they bitch if we get 40 hours a week.