It's not that Nerf is not allowed in Pullman, it's just that it's not allowed INSIDE in Pullman. You can have it, you just can't keep it in your house... They're not worried about people with things that could by some severe stretch of the imagination be mistaken for guns being outside where people might see them, they're worried about people with things that could by some severe stretch of the imagination be mistaken for guns being INSIDE.
The title of this post is literal. I have exactly two horrors in my life that I'm dealing with right now. First, I'm afraid I may be becoming overly obsessive about keeping the house clean. Second, I'm afraid there's going to be a very, tall, shall we say slender, gentleman wearing a black suit around every single corner, and this terrifies me.
When we were starting out, Clinton told me that he wanted the apartment to be so clean that people thought girls lived here. As of recent, getting him to clean feels like pulling teeth. He readily admits that he was not raised in the most tidy of environments, and he uses this as a reason not to clean. He simply doesn't think it's dirty. There are three things in particular where we clash; dishes, the living room, and board games. He has a habit of leaving dishes around and forgetting about them. When he does "clean" them, he typically just leaves them in the sink to soak. I will preemptively admit that I now understand some of why living with Dad and I drives Mum up the wall. As with various dishes, he also tends to leave generally everything laying around the living room, and sees nothing wrong with this, saying that we can live there just fine. This honestly bothers me, because I can't seem to come up with an argument that counters this. Yes we can live there, but it's not the same as having a genuinely clean place to be. This also ties in to his view on board games. Clinton is obsessed over board and card games. To this end, he wants all his games immediately accessible at all times, and as such refuses to put them away in a closet. I have made a compromise with him, and we keep them in boxes behind the back door. There is room here and they are out of the way, which is acceptable. Last night, however, Thor's parents were over, and Clinton dragged the games out, and never put them back.
But that's mostly just backstory. All this bothers me, and it's going to be an ongoing battle/compromise, but I only told you that to tell you this. I'm wondering if I should relax my push to keep the house perfectly tidy and just let things slide a bit. Clinton is right in that we're not doing THAT badly, and I'm afraid that if we DID clean to the degree that I'd like, there would be no time for anything else. I've erected a chore chart in the living room to keep track of what's been done and what needs to be done. This to the great amusement of Thor, Clinton, Clinton's girl friend, etc. I am the house mom, and Clinton has said on many occasions that they are humoring me. I'm just wondering how much is me being psychotic and obsessive, and how much is Clinton's low standards.
The second horror is Slender Man and Marble Hornets, which I will not speak about here. Suffice it to know that the internet has created what I consider to be a truly terrifying concept, and if you really like scary things, search for Marble Hornets on YouTube. As it is, I watched their videos last Friday, and even now I'm still checking over my shoulder and turning lights on unnecessarily.
The title of this post is literal. I have exactly two horrors in my life that I'm dealing with right now. First, I'm afraid I may be becoming overly obsessive about keeping the house clean. Second, I'm afraid there's going to be a very, tall, shall we say slender, gentleman wearing a black suit around every single corner, and this terrifies me.
When we were starting out, Clinton told me that he wanted the apartment to be so clean that people thought girls lived here. As of recent, getting him to clean feels like pulling teeth. He readily admits that he was not raised in the most tidy of environments, and he uses this as a reason not to clean. He simply doesn't think it's dirty. There are three things in particular where we clash; dishes, the living room, and board games. He has a habit of leaving dishes around and forgetting about them. When he does "clean" them, he typically just leaves them in the sink to soak. I will preemptively admit that I now understand some of why living with Dad and I drives Mum up the wall. As with various dishes, he also tends to leave generally everything laying around the living room, and sees nothing wrong with this, saying that we can live there just fine. This honestly bothers me, because I can't seem to come up with an argument that counters this. Yes we can live there, but it's not the same as having a genuinely clean place to be. This also ties in to his view on board games. Clinton is obsessed over board and card games. To this end, he wants all his games immediately accessible at all times, and as such refuses to put them away in a closet. I have made a compromise with him, and we keep them in boxes behind the back door. There is room here and they are out of the way, which is acceptable. Last night, however, Thor's parents were over, and Clinton dragged the games out, and never put them back.
But that's mostly just backstory. All this bothers me, and it's going to be an ongoing battle/compromise, but I only told you that to tell you this. I'm wondering if I should relax my push to keep the house perfectly tidy and just let things slide a bit. Clinton is right in that we're not doing THAT badly, and I'm afraid that if we DID clean to the degree that I'd like, there would be no time for anything else. I've erected a chore chart in the living room to keep track of what's been done and what needs to be done. This to the great amusement of Thor, Clinton, Clinton's girl friend, etc. I am the house mom, and Clinton has said on many occasions that they are humoring me. I'm just wondering how much is me being psychotic and obsessive, and how much is Clinton's low standards.
The second horror is Slender Man and Marble Hornets, which I will not speak about here. Suffice it to know that the internet has created what I consider to be a truly terrifying concept, and if you really like scary things, search for Marble Hornets on YouTube. As it is, I watched their videos last Friday, and even now I'm still checking over my shoulder and turning lights on unnecessarily.
Mwahahaha. Now you know why I don't watch anything scary.
ReplyDeleteAs for people with unwashed dishes: I understand your pain. Learning to live with people's sense of "clean" is the hardest part of living with them. You can chose to be either active or passive-aggressive and from my experience everyone seems to prefer straight up honesty. However, if that is NOT solving the problem, what you do about dishes is: start piling the dirty dishes outside said culprit's door. They learn pretty quickly how many dishes they are using. But learning how to be up-front is a really good skill to have and passive-aggressive approaches like the Dish-door method seems to really piss off flatmates fast.
Yeah I've managed to pretty well piss off my flatmate. He won't admit it, but I know I've gotten to him when he starts making attacks at me for being raised by hippie/yuppies and being particular and naggy. Really my only recourse to this is to stop being as naggy and particular and to clean what I can, because although I was expecting to be able to have the apartment kept clean, I have to accept that while it is extremely nice (and entirely possible) to have an immaculate apartment, the current conditions are far from unlivable. Hopefully I can use this to be less naggy and controlling, which, while I wish my flatmate would fix the things that tick me off, means more improvement for me.
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