You heard it right, folks! It's time for a wonderful rant!
(Sarcasm is a wonderful thing my dearies.) Sadly though, this wasn't much of an argument. It was more like I say something neutral, and she came back with an attack. (What I wanted to say to her was an entirely different story though. Some of those things will be included here in italics! Because italics are fun!)
Anyway, here we go.
So for those of you who don't know, the "apartment" I rent for school is actually a spare room in a family friend's house that I know from showing horses. I'm really close to these people now and they are like my second family, and they see me as a part of their family as well. They moved out a little ways into the country to live with their horses and now, I'm still living with them, but I'm lucky enough to live on the same property as my horse as well. It's kind of a dream come true for me. Anyway, enough background. It's time to get to the main story.
I was sitting out on the back deck with my landlord, who is more like my second mom, talking to her about her plans for the barn as she made fajitas for all of us and then we see the neighbor lady come up the driveway. I don't know her well, but I had always thought that she was a pretty cool older lady. My landlord invites her to have supper with us and as I'm checking my grades online, I found out that I got a 76% on my Economics test, which makes me really upset. The neighbor lady sits down beside me and starts smoking a cigarette and asks my landlord for a glass of wine and asks me if I have a job. I tell her what I do and by the look on her face, I could tell that she was not interested in it at all, so I just shut up and started writing an email to discuss my test with my Econ professor so I would be more prepared for the next exam.
Then, the neighbor started saying how great my landlord was and how lucky I was to be able to rent from her. I politely agreed because I too think she's a great person, but then the lady starts asking if I ever help her, which I say I do when I have the time. Obviously, she didn't like that answer because she just took a drag of her cigarette. Then she asked why I'm so busy all of the time and I told her that I'm in college and I take my education really seriously. Then she says, "Why aren't you more active? Being active is the key to having a long, healthy life."
I'm not sure what caused me to think this, maybe it was the way she was not giving a crap about the impressive things I've been doing with my life during college, that I just received low marks on a test, or the fact that she was just dragging on that cigarette a ridiculous amount. I couldn't help but think, I get it. You think I'm fat. Let me say this, when those cigarettes finally kill those lungs, and that alcohol finally kills that liver, you're not going to be preaching about an active lifestyle anymore.
Even though I really wanted to say that, I told her that I've been training Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and then had to clarify that it was a martial art. She told me that martial arts wouldn't keep me active. Seriously, old woman, have you ever done it yourself? It's the best workout I've ever gotten.
Then I go inside to get some water after deleting my email, knowing that I wasn't thinking straight and I just needed to restart it, and she follows me in and asks why I'm not cooking supper for myself. I had to explain to her that my landlord invited me to supper as well, which she scoffed at and asked why I'm not cleaning this place up. (We were upstairs and my room is in the basement, so she didn't even see how clean I've been keeping the basement without the help of the family's daughter, who I share the basement with.) I told her I just cleaned the bathroom downstairs, even though the daughter was supposed to do it over the weekend, and she told me that I should be cleaning the entire place more regularly. Oh my God, I'm paying to rent my room. Hear that!? A SINGLE room! Not the entire freaking house!
I then told her that I do clean regularly, but I clean up the messes I make because those are the ones I'm most responsible for. Seriously, I'm not going to clean up the millions of hair ties littering the floor of my bathroom every day because they are the daughter's mess. Not mine. I try to make it look like I DON'T live there.
She then huffs and says in an extremely snooty voice, "I don't understand what's wrong with your generation. There always has to be someone responsible for your problems. None of you take the initiative and clean up your own goddamn messes. Somebody always has to do it for you." I tried to tell her that I do clean up after myself, but she just retorts, "JUST CLEAN UP THIS MESS! WHY IS THAT SO HARD?" WHAT THE FUDGE MUFFINS!?!? What crack is she smoking because I think I need some so I can be that irrational! She probably hates me and right now I don't give a damn. She's insane and she also doesn't understand that most of the mess is caused by the daughter in the house. Not the mom, not me, but the daughter and the construction that's still going on.
After I got my water, I had enough. I was on the verge of tears from being upset with myself because of my test and she wasn't helping anything. I really wanted to snap at her, but I held my tongue, but I just don't understand how ridiculous all of it was. I went downstairs into my room and locked my door and called my mom. That caused me to burst into tears and it was not pretty. I talked to her about my test and about what I needed to ask my professor, but I didn't talk to her about what the neighbor lady said to me. I was just tool furious with her to even acknowledge that at the moment and too upset with myself to want to talk about it. My landlord came down a few minutes later as I worked on my email to my professor and told me that supper was ready, so I headed upstairs, got my food, and retreated into my room. I didn't even want to be there at that moment. I would've rather not eaten supper, but it was late and I had a lot to get done, so taking supper and running back to the sanctuary of my room was my only option.
That was a few hours ago and now I can't help but think how bizarre that entire situation was! Does anyone else think that was odd? I really don't know what to think about it. I was really mad about it right afterwards, and I still think she just plain hates me, but I don't really feel that I was at fault. (If she knew my thoughts, I would totally be.) What do you guys think? I think it's a bit comical now, but at the time, it wasn't.
Thanks for reading my little random rant!
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