So I rent out some rooms in the house I live in. I like to tell myself it’s great and it helps out with the bills and everything but actually I don’t know that it is that great.
One in particular cooks a lot, makes most of his food from scratch. He’s intelligent and speaks posh and I never know what he thinks or where I stand with him. However, as a result of his incessant cooking he really pisses me off. It makes me feel like it’s his kitchen so I feel an inconvenience in my own kitchen. I sit on the sofa listening to him cook with every known electric implement in use sucking into my bank account and pissing me off.
I feel like I can’t go in there or do what I want in the utility or dining room because he’s cooking. I get feelings that he might be watching and judging whatever the hell it is I want to do. As such I’ve had the same microwaveable korma two nights in a row and sat eating it in the lounge out of his sight.
What’s that all about! Posh twat! It’s incredibly frustrating feeling helpless and unable to roam free in my own house. He’s so damn noisy too I have to keep turning the TV up to listen to whatever shite it is I have on. I want to shut the doors on him or tell him to STFU!
Incredibly what irritates me most is all the lights and appliances left on putting more and more money into the electricity company’s pocket.
The doors in my house are like fire doors and close unless wedged open. The chef mentioned above seems to have satisfaction in leaving them to close on their own. That slamming noise that he makes behind himself makes me want to kick the door in.
Why do people have to make so much noise? There is not much else in this world that I love more than silence. I feel like I can breathe when there is silence. I feel like there is no conflicts (like if you have your phone ringing, radio playing and TV on all ay once) kind of conflict. Silence is a beautiful thing – dangerous too though as my thoughts aren’t always safe either.