posted on Sep, 8 2009 @ 06:30 PM
I'm just in the mood to have a little moan about my housemate.
What drives me to distraction is the constant sighing when he's not happy about something or he's not feeling too well. I'm not an unsympathetic
person - just tell me if somethings wrong, don't keep sighing until I have to ask.
And the TV, a constant diet of 30 or 40 year old comedies that probably weren't even funny the first time. And some of them get repeated in the same
week, and he watches the repeats too.
And watching some bloody, manky old western that I can't escape because my computers are in the same room. And he gets up and goes to lie down
without even watching it to the end. If it's that important to you, watch the damn thing until it finishes. Why inflict it on me when you can't even
be bothered with it? Grrrr....
And god help me if there's something I want to watch that he's not interested in. He so very ostentatiously finds something else
to do. With
all the mandatory huffing and puffing and fidgeting. Just ask me how much I can enjoy a programme when there's another person in the room who
obviously hates it.
I can be in the same room with an obnoxious programme and quietly do something else without putting a guilt trip on anyone. (Yes, I do have a halo
AND he'll walk into the room when I'm reading a book and put the TV on - how rude is that??
Oh, and The Great Escape was on a few weeks ago and it wasn't even a Bank Holiday.
Then there's football and nasty, noisy motor racing....... He happily announced there was a big match on the other day. "Oh, how lovely" I sweetly
replied. And got called a sarcastic cow for my efforts
Finally - it's heresy to suggest turning the poxy thing off and enjoy a bit of peace and quiet.