I should just stop being nice to people.Then they'll know I'm not going to just drop everything in a moment to pick up the pieces they have left scattered everywhere.
I'm not saying that I wouldn't help someone in need. If someone comes to me and is in pain, physical or mental, I will try what I can to help, but I have my limits. People just don't seem to realise that I have these limits. My housemate has been tearing the place apart, she locked me out of my house and brought the police around. There is only so much I can take, and that is my limit, and she doesn't seem to get that.I'm not going to hurt myself trying to look after someone else, because right now that is what she has been doing to me, dragging me down to her level. It's so very hard trying to act mature when someone else is acting like a child.
From the start, I'd like to point out I am no perfect housemate. I am messy, I will leave any job till the last minute if I can. But I will mostly keep myself to myself, which is not to everyone's tastes but it is just how I am. I will not go looking for trouble, I will chat kindly to people when I see them but don't expect me to purposefully chase you down each and every day and ask 'how are you?' for the sake of it. I, quite frankly, can't be bothered, because it's quite pointless in my opinion. If someone wants to talk, they should go up to you and say 'hi'. Then you say hi, and a conversation is struck up. Amazing. But strangely enough, at the end of the day, my life revolves around me, as I assume is the case with 90% of humans.
As I said, I am a nice person. Or at least I think so. I'll always try and help someone in need. I open doors for people in wheelchairs when in a massive rush (this happened today). I will stay up all night if I think someone needs it. And I'm also a pushover. If you say 'sorry' I'm likely to say 'It's OK', even if I don't really mean it, and in a few moment's I'll find myself believing it too. But I need time to forgive someone. When I'm irked, and someone continues to irritate me, it gets worse and worse and worse and worse and won't get better until given some decent space. This is what is happening to me now.
I can't even think straight, I'm so angry - angry that she is angry at me when I've done everything humanly possible. /le sigh.
