I wasn’t going to write about this because I thought it would put someone on the spot. But then I remembered, this is my blog and I can say what ever I damn well please. I won’t name names, because I do respect this person, but I am infuriated, even today.

Last night someone came over to my house to “talk” to me. Apparently I offended them somehow, but I don’t know how. Instead of being a fucking grown up, they stomped out of the house without saying a word. I JUST got home from class. I was in the middle of getting something done for my family. I had just said hello to the creatures. I was about to take my meds and get into my happy pants. D was outside changing the laundry

There seems to be a problem with the sharing of my attention. I am not the second coming, nor the center of the universe. I have connections with many people, ones that I cherish and foster. Because of my schedule, I steal the moments I can to talk to the people I have missed. I will not ask for permission for time to call my sister, and frankly, that conversation is my own to have. Not anyone else’s (Alexis call me back - you brat!).

I am frustrated.
For two reasons:
One: I have worked my ass off to be a good person. Yes, I am catty and rude. Yes, I am imperfect. But damn dude. Don’t involve me in your instant loathing. It’s not my game. I need the help of my fellow man/woman to understand the world and to answer my questions. I will not have those attempts aborted because I keep company with someone who rudely, and loudly, extols the failing aspects of other. It infuriates me.
Two: My house is sacred. I will state this for all of you that read this, troll my site or know me. You are not allowed to come over without calling. I don’t care who you think you are. My house is sacred. My time, moments stolen between class and work, with D is sacred.

If your house is burning down, or you were locked out of your house, or you need help, then yes, seek me out. But don’t show up at my door, uninvited, with no apparent reason, to stomp into the door and then stomp out without being a fucking grown up and telling me what is going on. That is not the way I want to end my evening. And that is honestly not the first thing I want to think about when I wake up.