faye

I didn't really tell them I was moving because I highly doubted that they would have been to fond of the idea. So instead...I just worked things out. My name as well as someone else's is still on the lease. Both parties staying here are switching apartments, upstairs to downstairs and vis versa. My brother, who wouldn't have been able to get a lease there or anywhere else because he has virtually no credit, has a place to live and his rent stays about the same. Also I get to move out without it being a hassle. If there are any problems the other person on the lease knows exactly where I am.

So whatever, the guy hid behind his wife - which he's classic for doing. She had her snarl on and was pointing her finger in my face. I was looking away and looking highly unimpressed. Got a lecture about responsibility ect ect ect *rolls eyes. The only reason it turned out even partially ok is because the other person on the lease was there to talk for me. Which was great, cause if I would have gotten the chance to go head to head with this woman I so would have given her a piece of my fucking mind after the last month I had with them and that would have left no one in a good position.

I just think that it's funny that these people who are supposedly "older" and "wiser" just ASSUME that you're stupid and know NOTHING about anything. When really, you've foreseen the entire situation, thought about and then made your choice and let it play out how it may.

This is turning into a rant that no one will read but I'm going to keep going because it feels good.

You really have no idea the amount of times I have been lectured by these people. I feel like saying, "Listen, just because you don't have kids, doesn't mean you get to play mommy with me." I don't need you to tell me that I should go back to school and still insist on it even after I explain that I've been once and now don't have a co-signer ect. I don't need you to tell me how to act with my brother, or try to tell me to con him into things other than what he is comfortable doing. Cause guess what? You don't know him AND you don't know me...your entire opinion on both of us is shaped by all those times we see you in the yard and we ACT nice. I don't need you to lecture me about how to treat my boyfriend and how I'm suppose to be in charge, that I need to know about his finacnes and how they relate to you so you can come to me, talk for MOTHER FUCKING hours about all your fucking problems when you should be talking to him in the mother fucking first place. And guess what - WE BROKE UP FUCKING THREE MONTHS AGO YOU RETARD. He has a new girlfriend now - maybe you should bug her and she'll actually WANT to be in that position. And I really don't need you to lecture me on relationships - how "kids don't try hard, they just float around from person to person, that's not how you find love" - FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! Because all of a sudden a three year relationship and living together is "floating around".

...alright I'm done, that felt good. Now if only I could slap them before I leave...that would actually really make my day. It's super funny I either react really well to authority figures or horribly. Not that these people are have crazy authority but they like to act like they do. At work, as long as the person isn't an ass I respond really well to guide lines and rules. But in life - any person who doesn't fucking know me but thinks they are better or wiser than I am and tries to tell me what to do (not simply give me advice) - I fucking flip out. I was one of those kids who had to grow up really fast - so where were all you people when I actually NEEDED advice?? Now I'm so over, that if you come up to me and criticize what I do when I have every reason in the world to do it (according to my life and the things that I've been through) you get nothing but mother fucking attitude from me.

Haha, it's so funny it makes me think of my moms fucking boyfriends, these dudes who are all way older than her, coming to live in OUR (family) house. I remember them all thinking that they could just strut in there and the man of the house. HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm honestly not a hard person to get along with...all that stuff up there, you may not think is nice but the truth is that's my opinion of these people and until now I've kept it to myself. They sit there fucking talking to me and I totally zone out and smile in order to be polite. That's how I was raised....polite. I can "co-exist" in almost any situation.

..........yeah we don't need to go there. I have a total fucking attitude on me today. I love my little fucking attitude. "You can watch me wisely, but I'll turn on a dime." That is so classically me. I endure things for so long, until I snap...and when I do all that's left is my little fucking attitude.