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read between the lines
what do you do? what do you do when the landlady conveniently forgets to tell you the previous tenant urinated on the bed you're sleeping in, and you have to find out the hard way by sleeping in urine and having your clothes and brand new bolster stink of that putrid smell for months while trying to figure out its source?what do you do when someone promises you, or at least proposes to you certain beneficial terms and conditions, but then takes them back as the months pass by? what do you do when someone moves your stuff without permission several times, yet expects you to not touch theirs and tells you off when you do, just once? they promise you a full rack to hang your dishes. but gradually over the months, they reduce it to half a rack, and then suddenly you come back one day and your dishes are all smashed up to less than a fricking quarter of the rack. not only that, you can't find your milo spoon and when you finally do, after hours of hunting among their own utensils, you find the stainless steel scratched, as if it got scraped by the metal rack as they were moving your stuff. they tell you you get two racks of slippers inside the house. then they move the rack outside the house, where during windy or rainy days, your shoes get covered in sand and particles that feel like thick dust. and one day the entrance door even ends up slamming on your fingers because of the wind, which wouldn't have happened had your shoes been inside in the first place. so, of your own initiative, you decide to carry the slippers of the day into your room, but decide not to transfer all for courtesy's sake. and then one day you come back, and find they have decided to reclaim what they promised and put their slippers in place of yours. and when you reshift things so that your slippers can squeeze in, they put their slippers on top of your clean office sandals. they allocated to you two toothbrush holders in the bathroom, so, rightly enough, you make use of the space. then, over the course of months, you find your toothbrushes constantly rearranged like toothbrushes are some kind of substitute for musical chairs, and then one day, one of your toothbrushes gets chucked to the side in some cup nearby? what do you do when you're in your room trying to do your own stuff, be it read, pray or work, and you have to put up with the incessant wailing, screaming, shouting and crying of a child for an hour on average, every single *toot*ing day that you come home early? to top it off, you have to hear the parents threaten and shout to no avail, and if you're 'lucky', you get to hear all four girls conducting verbal sparring against each other. this 'luck' is usually more likely on saturday mornings and serves as your alarm clock. and these are just the peeves i haven't gotten over yet. i haven't even mentioned the rest, and i don't intend to here. the normal reaction, if confrontation fails to change things, would be to scold, to lash out, to retaliate....or to avoid. fortunately or unfortunately, since i am either too nice or formal or diplomatic or just plain dreadful at being firm and expressing my intentions clearly without compromising the level of amicability, i am handling thesituation terribly and have opted, rather uncomfortably, react in the form of the latter. |
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