Lately I am having a whole month of PMS-ing and I am irritated by a lot of things. First, little comments from friends and officemates. Second, the toilet seat in the bathroom which my housemates cannot seem to lift (some of my housemates are boys) when they take their pee. And lastly, my guy's socks and shoes all over my apartment, his cellphone chargers, his soiled clothes which he brought over so that I can bring it to the laundry shop.
Sigh! When people become close to you, they can sometimes get into your nerves. And what some define as cute, it sometimes is irritating. When does comfortable become too comfortable?
I would not want to talk about other people so I would rather tell you about an introspect of this topic when it comes to my relationship. As mentioned in my previous blog, I have been with my guy for more than two years. Two weeks ago, we had a major fight. I lost some really big money and the day after that (it was a Friday, by the way), I was waiting for him to come home and pick me up. I badly needed a doze of my Friday alcohol.
10:00 pm. He texted me saying this, "I'll be there by 12. Gonna drink with officemates." I asked him, "What made you think that I did not want to go out and have a drink as well?!" He thought I was just PMS-ing and ignored me.
Then, all hell broke loose.
I gathered all the stuff that he lent me -- playstation, DVDs, etc -- and trashed them in his car (it was stuck in my garage because of the stupid coding system) and taped a post-it saying, "I f***king deserve a better treatment". After that, I joined my friends at the Fort to drink. I have never been so pissed.
When I look back, we reconciled by the way, I keep on thinking -- is this what it is? People ignore you because they think you are just PMS-ing? Or you are just being a drama queen? What if they had a point?! I HAD A POINT.
He went to my apartment the next day and apologized saying that he thought I was just bluffing and said that it was his wake up call. At the back of my head, did it really have to go to that point?
When people have been together for sometime, does it really become too close for comfort? Or has it become too comfortable that we fail to see what is really there?
