*I know my blog redesign is not yet ready and it’s all wonky to read it on this screwy template but I need to vent so fingers crossed that the majority of you can read this from a feed.
I was cleaning the laundry room when I discovered someone had taken the wipe off board marker and written a note on the white table top. Something about “thanks for the tie” and then some other nonsense. I tried using water and soap to wipe it off but it left a red stain and you could still see the words. Then I tried a bleach cleanser and a sponge but the red wouldn’t budge, just faded slightly. While The Fella was scrubbing at it, I went over to the white board and wrote:
“Hey genius who used one of these markers to write on the table- next time try using some paper.”
I find it irresponsible and annoying that someone would thoughtlessly write on the table when we all have to use that space. Worse that they used a pen that won’t come off the surface. Worsest that it wasn’t even an interesting or witty note that people wouldn’t mind seeing for years to come. I mean, who does this sort of thing?
Today I walked in to find this response:
“Frankly your anger scares me.”
Really?! Well if that scares them, they best behave because that’s really not me at my scariest. Sure, it was kind of passive aggressive and unfriendly. I was angry about it for certain. But to be scared by that? Are you kidding me with that crap?
I really don’t think it is too much to ask that people not act like idiots. Particularly in the communal space. If they want to be ignoramuses in their own apartments, have at it. But in the communal areas? I think my frustration is justified. I want the apartment building to look nice and to me, table graffiti just doesn’t scream “high class.”
I wonder if I am more bothered by the fact that someone thinks I am scary (which equates in my mind to them not liking me- people pleaser alarms are ringing) or that I was actually angry. Frankly, I don’t enjoy feeling either of those things. And it reminds me of my Craig’s List run in where that asshat who didn’t end up buying my couch said my (justifiable!) anger was frightening (even though he couldn’t spell the word correctly).
So I guess next time (because I’m not gonna kid myself- there will definitely be a next time) I have to play it safe and say something like, “Not cool to write on the table. Thanks!” With a smiley face at the end. Fuck that shit. I’m not going to kiss ass just to have people like me- especially if they are in the wrong. Possibly my ire is misplaced or I am over-reacting but whatever, my pent up emotions have to come out somehow. and honestly, lately I feel like I am on the brink of blowing my top.
Too much pressure can do that to a person.