So like.. Please tell me I'm not being unreasonable by feeling :/ by the following.... So like, my roommate and supposedly best friend came by to pick up some stuff while im in isolation and I'm hurt by a few things.
1. She didn't offer to pick up some groceries or anything like that before coming (which I already got someone else to do, it's not because I need it but like.. The gesture of it would have been nice....) also she didn't even inform me that she was coming???
2. She didn't even ask me how i was doing which is like??? I've been isolated since Tuesday morning it's the least she could do especially since she literally liked my very emo tumblr post last night.
Eyoooo I'm complaining on private because I feel like this is the only place I can do so.
I am so genuinely angry at my roommate and I honestly can't wait to move out. It started out as me being hurt because I felt like she didn't make an effort for me and our relationship and like... made an effort for our shared flat. But it has kind of just progressed to me being pissed off about it instead.
I cook a lot for us and that's fine I like cooking but she never even offers to do the dishes even when I've cooked the entire meal? And she never asks about how I'm doing so now out of spite Ive just stopped talking about myself and it's so awkward to spend time with her and I'm like???? Can she not feel that I'm brushing her off?
And I know that i should just say it to her but at this point I'm not even sure I really want to stay friends, which sounds dramatic i know. But I genuinely feel like she doesn't know me at all and doesn't make an effort to like hang out with me.
AND ANOTHER THING that pisses me off which is just me being a dick but she spends so much time gaming and that just ticks me off for no reason I'm so sorry to all the gamers out there but it does....
Dunno why but I've been singing girls in the hood by megan thee stallion to myself all morning.... Like....
Fuck being good im a bad bitch *knits* I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live *folds laundry* whack hoes hate under my pictures on the gram *grinds coffee beans* bitch you better hope I never run across your man 😛 *vacuums floor*
“But dad, you’re talking about in like twenty-five years. Sorry, but I’d rather be happy now than in twenty-five years. It’s like twenty five years. It’s not real.”
Consent does not just apply to sex. It goes for anything. Whether that is hugs, or a pat on the shoulder, or even a handshake.
People also do not need to disclose their trauma as validation for why they do not want to be touched. People are allowed to say “no” to any form of contact, whether they have trauma or not.
Quit taking “please don’t touch me” as a personal attack on you.
Respect people’s bodies. Respect their boundaries. Please.