huh

Monday, August 20, 2007

huh

Early Sunday morning (about 6 or 7am) an unexpected “guest” arrives at the foot of my bed. Yes, the foot of my bed, not at the front door, but the FOOT OF MY BED. Who the hell does that?! Really, who invites themselves over at 7am on a Sunday morning to crash? Are you effing kidding me? Did you fry the little bit of brain cells you had left on Saturday night? You must have to be so abrasive as to show up unannounced in my room while I am still sleeping. I am still amazed how this person could just show up and think it was OK to crash in my bed. I hadn’t spoken to them since Thursday evening and then all of a sudden Sunday morning you show up in my room. Never was there a discussion about you being allowed to do such an act. After realizing what the hell was happening and still in my sleepy stupor, I just moved on over to let them sleep. Four hours later, still a bit fuming about the early morning events, I wake up to shower and come back to some “friendly small talk” from my unexpected visitor. My response: “What the Eff are you doing here?! Don’t do that again!” After I crawled back into bed, the visitor after finally realizing that they were not welcomed, decided to leave quietly. Where in the little pea-sized brain of theirs does this person think it is OK to show up at someone’s doorstep to crash early in the morning? Are you kidding me? Haven’t you ever heard of cabs, hotels, or even calling someone to see if it was OK? Apparently, that was not the rational thinking for that person. In many ways, I felt bad about what I said and the cold manner in which I treated them, but what the hell. How dare you invade my space like that? I never said it was OK for you to just show up in my BEDROOM and crash. This person has one too many times taken my generosity for letting them crash as a free pass. Well, I am so sorry to tell you this, but it isn’t. You still must ask EACH and EVERY time you want to crash! I am pretty sure that they were on that buzzard for at least a few minutes. I never heard it, but my roommate did and let them in thinking I was expecting them. Boy was she wrong.

Anyhow, now I feel sort of bad about the way I handled things and don’t know how to fix them. I have been going back and forth all Sunday about the situation; mainly trying to justify my response and feeling guilty at the same time. Who knows, probably this is the end of our “friendship.”