My living arrangements haven’t been going too bad, certainly not as bad as I expected anyway. But one thing that does annoy me is sharing the apartment with a couple. Not only do they never go anywhere, apart from work, they live in a bubble.
Whilst I understand that’s how things are when you’re with the one, it’s just seems too much to me. They’re annoying me.
They’re creatures of habit. I could tell you what they’re doing and where they’ll be for the rest of the year. Sundays, for example, is shopping day…but only ever between midday and 2 – then they’ll be back for lunch..before going back out again before the market closes, to get the cheaper fruit and veg.
They never go out to the pub (“we don’t like drinking too much” – 2 glasses of wine at home is going crazy); or to restaurants (“we don’t like them all, they are all horrible, it’s cheaper to cook at home”); or even go the cinema (“it’s too expensive, I can download what I want to watch”). If they were short of a few bob I’d understand it, but they have decent jobs so I don’t think they are.
If one of them isn’t home the other will hibernate in the bedroom until the other returns. They will then somehow spend about 2 hours a night cooking and cleaning in the worlds smallest kitchen. They’ll also eat from the same plate (this also annoys me a lot), before cleaning things again (what do they spend that long cleaning?).
I reckon they’ve never been in separate rooms at home, for longer than 30 minutes. Yet it doesn’t seem like one is smothering the other either.
They complain of working for The Man, The Man, governments and all that malarkey, yet they are model drones. Go to work, come home, go to work, come home (repeat to death).
To be fair, they’re both nice people – apart from one of them questioning why I was drinking coca-cola with soup (as if I’d just killed kittens): “it’s an addiction”. “No it’s not, I’ve drank about 4 million gallons of water/juice and I fancied a change”. Anyway, I digress.
Part of me would love to be that happy and content with someone; where I don’t go out or do anything. Another part of me thinks, what’s the point in doing that? If I have money, I go out and spend it (hence hardly ever being able to save up for anything. Ever).
But it’s not that they don’t spend money on things I wouldn’t think twice about – it’s finding reasons not to do things. Just go out and do something for a change…without wondering how The Man might be conning you in some way, shape or form.
It might just be me, but I just can’t picture myself in someone else’s pocket that much without doing other things. Distractions. If someone was at my feet all the time I’d go postal. I’d have to burst the bubble.
(I’m still not ready for a relationship am I?!).