Excuses to get out of boredom

Sitting at home, there's no money. Can't find work, sporadic at best with freelancing. Part-time work or temp work simply does not provide a sustainable living wage to make an investment of one's time and energy in. I do the best I can and keep looking, staying as positive and upbeat as possible. Meanwhile, there's no going out, no hanging out. So K is bored. Has been in pain the past several weeks, back pain and the like, and yet is bored. Despite the boredom, has attended several Broadway shows and plays.

I'm not sure what to think. A part of me has dulled the anger and another part knows that I am basically with my hands tied. I did this, I brought this on myself. I only have myself to blame. There are few options at the moment, and I tell myself that things will get better, things will change and move up. I keep hoping. And looking. And looking some more.

So the phone rings at 3:00 in the morning and K tells me it's family calling. At that time of night? Who else calls but either a hospital/jail/end of world scenario or a booty call? I don't have access to K's phone and would hate myself to snoop and check. I don't want it done to me so I don't want to do that to anyone, including K.

But as K has pointed out to me, sometimes in spite and sometimes just being matter of fact, my circle of friends has gotten thin to the point of non-existent. So the opportunity to meet up or cheat is minimal at best. There's nothing for K to worry about. Although K says that it would be a relief for me to get out and mingle, because I "have a chance" to find somebody unlike K who is very social and tends to make friends easily.

K kept asking about a friend of mine who had come to town, who met up with K at a show that K had access to discount tickets to so I asked K to accommodate. After the show, K kept dropping about how my friend had asked K to join her on Facebook. I just smiled and didn't respond, just said "mmm" that's about it. K said, well, I know how you feel about people bogarting your friends, because your other friend used to do that to you, so I won't friend her". So big of K. I still said nothing.

After the fourth time of K bringing up the Facebook thing, I finally opened my mouth. "This Facebook thing with my friend, why do you keep bringing it up?" I asked calmly. "What? I haven't brought it up, just this time." K answered. "Nope. This is actually the fourth time you've brought it up in the past two weeks since she left town. What are you hoping I'll say?"

"Well, I'm not going to be friends with them, because I know how you didn't like it when your other friend used to bogart your friends." "Am I supposed to say thank you or please or something? I don't understand why you bring this up four times if you 'already know' about the situation." I explained, "So, tell me, what was this really about?"

"Nothing - God!" was the exasperated reply. Really? Four times in two weeks? If you know the answer, I thought, then why even broach the topic, let alone more than once?

Because the bottom line is, K wanted an answer. K wanted a pat on the back, a kudos for 'being respectful of boundaries'. Instead, K also brought the point home my lack of social skills that K was blessed with having in abundance.

I didn't know if I should get pissed for the doubletalk or just let it go.

I take a deep breath and release

It's 3:00 in the morning. The doorbell suddenly starts ringing, one ding-dong then another. WTF? By the time I calmed the dog down and raced out the bedroom to see who it was, cousin's girlfriend strolled past me to the door and went to peer in the peephole. She asked who was it, as if she couldn't tell who it was. She then opened the door, as I got to the door and there was my cousin standing there, with an amused look on his face. I didn't think it was funny, and found it odd that this girl who doesn't live here answers a door that isn't hers to answer let alone open. I grunted, turned around and went to my room, only to find that it was curious that my other dog didn't bark or alert the media as to who was at the door. I met my other dog in the hallway and she was calm, wagging her tail at me to greet me, as if she just came in from outside herself. I wondered if my cousin had somehow taken the dog out for a walk and stayed out and the girl, to be mean or teach him a lesson, put an extra lock on that he didn't have the key for to get in. It's just not the time and place to teach him a lesson. She wants to teach him a lesson, she needs to go live in her parent's place where her bedroom's at and drag him there permanently to live under her parents' thumb. Let's see how lovey-dovey it gets then. They never stay there more than a day or two before they come running back over here, acting like they are pulling a fast one on everybody by living like gypsies out of bags and making excuses as to why they don't pay rent while they sport new video game systems and shoes. All this while in their mid-20's, certainly not children but not all that mature in the mind either. And they want to play house. In my house. Riiight.

I texted his sister who was luckily at her place, although I knew she was probably fast asleep unlike the rest of us. I had a few choice things to say but as I have a saying, only ugly things can happen at three in the morning, and to hold off and see how things look in the morning. I do wish there was a way to keep them both up since they inconvenienced me. Aunt was woken up by the ringing but she didn't come out, and I filled her in. She thought maybe cousin was coming from work. I said really? Wasn't he here at 8 pm? Why would he be back by 3 and from his job in another borough that takes over an hour to get to and back from? And if he had the dog, no way was he working.

We'll solve the mystery tomorrow. I am thinking of changing the locks, including the deadbolt and making sure the two idiots don't get a copy of any key so we don't go through the elderly teenager theatrics again.