The Return Of The Resident Jackass

The roommates have officially hit my last straw.

So my phones decide, for some strange reason, not to go off on April 1st...and I made sure they were set beforehand. I'm beginning to think someone tampered with my phone while I was sleeping.

But then, the bigger part happens to be the person who owns this home.

Up to this point, he's been making sure I've been up on Fridays before he leaves for what is basically a volunteer job. Yeah, the fucker's 1600 behind on taxes, and yet he's wasting gas to go to a place he USED to work and isn't even getting paid to be there.

Leave this to be the ONE TIME he doesn't do this.

Now, far be it for me to assume he had nefarious intent on doing this, but to be fair, the guy hasn't exactly been favoring me in the disputes in the house as of late.

At 7:10, I hear the doorbell go off and tell the dogs to shut up.

Only to hear my mom knocking at the window.

I was late for work!!!

To give you an idea WHY exactly this pisses me off about Larry and the alarms, I can miss up to 60 hours in a six-month time frame. Because of everything that happened the last few months, I was down to just over an hour.

And work tends to double the points when you forget to call in.

Long story short, had Mom not shown up when she did, I would have been out of a job by the time I would have gotten to the Bindery.

The thing is, I don't know what to be pissed off more about. Yes, the alarms didn't go off, and I'm still convinced that Sprint played a fucked-up April Fool's joke on me, but at the same time, any other week, Larry would have been all over me making sure I was awake and out the door.

Why was Friday the day he didn't?

A few months ago, I could have pegged it as mere coincidence. Now, I'm starting to think he's trying to increase my dependence on him. And I ain't about to have that anymore.

So I've taken the first few steps this weekend regarding this particular problem. I took my phone number and got it on a prepaid (which pissed off the other roommate...he had gotten the phones under the impression he was going to be on disability by now...) and I'm currently working on getting my own apartment. I've also decided that until further notice, the roommates aren't getting shit from me regarding rent. Considering that Brandon has flat-out refused to do ANYTHING in the house anymore (save for the occasional instance of taking out the trash, and even then he's been fucking that up) and Mike has lost his food stamps, why should I continue to provide for a house that makes me feel like I'm a fourth-world citizen?

Before you ask, the way I'm ignored and degraded here, I feel less human than a third-world child. If I wanted that kind of treatment, I'd have stayed with my ex-wife prior to her Virginia trip.

At least then, I was getting something out of the deal.

It's not gonna be immediate, but I have no other choice--if I have any chance at self-preservation, this has to happen. I'm done with contributing to the house when it's getting damn clear I'm not considered an equal. And if this gets me kicked out early, fine, so be it. My peeps in my RP group might be pissed, but you know, I'd like to think that my survival on this planet would be more important than a roleplay or two.

There used to be a time when people would be able to count on the fact that I'd never shut the fuck up.

It's time I return to those roots.

And this time, people are NOT going to like how I turn out.

On a positive note, Z.J. is now tying his shoes and making his bed by himself as of this weekend. We've already worked out a deal where if he can continue to show this kind of independence for a weekend I have him without having to have anything done for him, he will be getting a replacement bubble gun for summer. And this one will be for outside because it'll be colored bubbles. (Thanks, Crayola, for making a product that forces kids to go outside and play for a while!) And he was very well-behaved around his cousins, especially Peyton.

Sometimes I wonder if Nicole sets Z.J. up to take the fall for a lot of what goes on at her house...

WJMC: Readaptation

"Yeah you told me that you were an angel / But I already know what you came for"

--Kevin Rudolf, You Make The Rain Fall

So much for reinvention...maybe it's time to re-adapt to a time before I started giving a damn what people thought.

For those of you who don't know, WJMC is in reference to a podcast I used to do where the rules of decency were thrown out the window in order to get a point across. While I'm going to TRY to avoid doing that, because I do want this to get some readership, the WJMC here falls under the same rules that the podcast did, meaning anything goes.

One of the things I started thinking about earlier today is how drastically opposite the people we see are viewed in society. The asshats and the douchebags are seen as the respected ones, the people everyone wants to be like. The people who are honest and try to live by some type of moral code are the ones that get spit on in the process.

Take three people who happen to live in the same house. One, A, is honest, hardworking, and dedicated. The second, B, is a manipulator and loves to lie and steal his way to possessions. The third, C, owns the house and asks A to pay rent, but doesn't ask anything of B except the house chores (and half the time, A still has to do them because B is gone all the time). Now, let's say some of A's items start disappearing seemingly at random. A few months go by, and the items turn up in the possession of B's girlfriend, G. G originally intends to give the items back to A, but B catches wind of this.

Now let's add to this--it turns out B has a major attitude problem and can barely keep his temper in check 90% of the time. A has tried to confront B a few times, but A is a pacifist by nature. So when B finds out that G plans to give A back their items, B goes to her car and destroys the items before G has a chance to return them.

Now, if you were C, what would you do?

Had this been ten years ago, the right answer would have been to kick B out of the house without question. Not this time--in 2011, the correct answer is to ridicule A and threaten to throw everyone out if B is accused of stealing one more thing in the house.

Doesn't make sense, does it?

And yet that's the attitude we've adopted as a culture. We've allowed the theives and criminals of our world to become the people we revere, and yet those of us who are trying to survive by being the decent ones are laughed at and told they're nothing.

I ain't living life like that anymore.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm going to start smacking bitches with my strong hand and telling them they can suck my cartilage. But in the words of my ex-wife, the majority of people these days can have aeronautical intercourse with a forwardly-motivated pastry.

I'm done with people who would rather be with the morally deprived people of this planet. It's time to start respecting myself to the point where I demand that kind of excellence of the people I associate with.

You can tell me all you want that you're that way, but you have to prove it.

And here's a hint--using me, lying to me, or stealing from me won't work...

I mean, I checked in the last few relationships I had...

Reinvention

It's strange to think that a few months ago, I was so excited about all sorts of projects I was working on. The JND.MP3 game, the music, the writing.

Now...I barely feel the need to work on any of it.

It isn't that I now believe I suck at any of these things, that's not it at all. I just find that I have difficulty following through on any of it.

So I've decided that I'm going to get back into blogging, as that seemed to help keep me sane years ago when I was still doing it on Myspace and well before the era of hiding my thoughts. What I'll likely do is have a weekly thing done on Sunday night with blurbs done through the way.

In the meantime, here's a Thought of the Week I posted earlier on Facebook to get you started: 

It's easier to change your mind than it is to change your friends. Just because some of us are shy or introverted, just because some of us are more clean with our vocabulary or don't go out to the nightclubs, it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with us. And if someone's trying to tell you that, know that I embrace the different side of life and I give a damn about you.

By the way, for future reference, quotes will be in Times.