The more I think about it, the more I despise where I am. It's too bad that too many curious eyes wander on through my blog to find out that I've written stuff about them. So, just for propriety's sake, I'm going to try and help being too specific this time.
Please pick up after yourself. Please keep in mind that grandmothers are supposed to be treated as grandmothers, not as cleaning ladies who wash your clothes and make your bed, which you have unknowingly (or maybe not) stained recently. Please leave room for the floor to breathe. Apparently it can't, since all your things are on it, leaving no leg room, nor tiny square centimeter where my feet can actually feel the carpet. Please dispose any tissue or napkin you have used to blow your nose. It's really disgusting to see it on top of the bed/floor/tv/everywhere. Shoes are meant to be put away, too, in case and obviously you didn't know. Please do not touch my things. I know we're cramped in this shithole but please respect my privacy even if there seems none. Please do not get my stuff without asking permission. Please do not order people to do things for you. Instead, ask favors. Please don't forget to say thank you. You're overpowering yourself too much that you forget the things that other people do for you. Please watch the things you say, because you're trampling on other people who end up closing their ears to your yakking about being better when you can't be an example yourself. Don't be naive. You're almost twice as old as I am and it never ceases to amaze me how I see all this and you don't. Maybe it's time to grow up.
at 12:38 AM
