So my roommate informed me that he was "having people over" tonight, for his girlfriend's birthday. Fine, whatever. I was NOT AT ALL pleased about it, because the last time he had people over, I didn't find out until I walked in the door and there were loud drunk people in my house at 10pm. Also, they screamed until 2am. I am not exaggerating at all...they weren't just talking loudly, they were SCREAMING!!! I had to work at 6am the following morning, and didn't get to sleep until 2am, having to wake up at 4:30...that means that thanks to his friends and his total lack of respect for the other people he lives with, I got 2.5 hours of sleep.
So no surprise that when I found out last night at 11pm that he was having a party here today, I wasn't happy. I didn't hide my feelings either. I called my friend Rob and told him how I felt about it all and i'm sure my roomie heard me.
Then this morning, I mentioned it to one of my other roomies that I was a bit put out by the fact that yet again I was the last to be informed. It is COMPLETELY disrespectful and incosiderate. I was quiet about it this morning, though.
Apparently last night, in my tired state I made a comment on facebook about how I was worried I wouldn't get any sleep because of my roomie's drunk friends. I actually don't remember writing it, but it was there today, apparently.
So roomie sees that, then writes a long winded e-mail to another one of my roomies about how rude I was for making that comment and how I ruined his girlfriend's birthday because of it and everything. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! It was probably uncalled for, and had I been in a more aware state of mind, I wouldn't have said anything at all, however, I base my feelings on experience...I know from last time that they were very loud drunks, and I was not looking forward to it.
What gets me is that he has the nerve to call ME rude, when he decided without telling anyone that he was hijacking my house and having people over for her birthday...I dunno. There are five of us that live here, and at some times we all forget that and do stupid shit, but the bottom line is that he blatantly didn't give a shit how we felt about any of that, so why should I give a shit about how he feels about my comments, you know?
But I do...that's what pisses me off! I am bothered that he thinks I was being rude. It bothers me!
I know I didn't ruin the girl's birthday, and even if I did, it's not like my day wasn't ruined by his friends, the last time they were over...I just feel that the entire situation could've been avoided by him giving me a head's up so I could somehow scrounge the money to rent a hotel room, or find a bed to crash in, so I wouldn't have to be around him and his friends.
Bottom line: When you live with four other people, be respectful enough to give a shit if your plans are going to ruin their life. I pay to live here, and i'd like to be able to watch my own tv without a bunch of drunks, or sleep through the night without a bunch of noise..or at least informed beforehand if my entire life is going to be disrupted for a birthday.
Always Living A Dream
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