Obviously I'm an antisocial freak
May. 16th, 2004 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeBut I hate it when my doorbell rings when I'm not expecting anyone.
Thus, I hate unexpected visitors.
In fact, if my doorbell rings and I'm not expecting anyone, I am unlikely to answer the door.
This means that if you're my friend and you decide to "drop in" on me because you're in the neighbourhood, you're unlikely to be welcomed into my apartment.
There's someone ringing right now, in fact, and it's bugging the hell out of me, because they won't go. the fuck. away.
I bet it's my landlord. I don't want him in here right now. The place is a mess, and I don't want him in here. He can go fuck himself, for all I care. He doesn't come when he says he'll come, he doesn't answer his phone when I call, he doesn't cash his goddamned rent cheques on time, and thus I will not be at his beck and call either. It's petty, yes, but he could have called first. It's not like he doesn't have my phone number.
He can bite me.
You'd think there are worse sounds than doorbells and telephones, but there are few sounds out there which will instantly make my blood pressure rise and my heart rate double. It's most unpleasant.
Right now I just want to crawl into a corner where no one can find me. Is it too late to cancel the whole week?
Thus, I hate unexpected visitors.
In fact, if my doorbell rings and I'm not expecting anyone, I am unlikely to answer the door.
This means that if you're my friend and you decide to "drop in" on me because you're in the neighbourhood, you're unlikely to be welcomed into my apartment.
There's someone ringing right now, in fact, and it's bugging the hell out of me, because they won't go. the fuck. away.
I bet it's my landlord. I don't want him in here right now. The place is a mess, and I don't want him in here. He can go fuck himself, for all I care. He doesn't come when he says he'll come, he doesn't answer his phone when I call, he doesn't cash his goddamned rent cheques on time, and thus I will not be at his beck and call either. It's petty, yes, but he could have called first. It's not like he doesn't have my phone number.
He can bite me.
You'd think there are worse sounds than doorbells and telephones, but there are few sounds out there which will instantly make my blood pressure rise and my heart rate double. It's most unpleasant.
Right now I just want to crawl into a corner where no one can find me. Is it too late to cancel the whole week?
