Of definitions you should know the correct meaning of since you continue to use them improperly.
1. Initiative- the power or opportunity to act or take charge before others do.
i.e. I’m putting my glass I just got done using in the washer, oh look there’s a bowl in the sink, I’ll go ahead and grab that and put it in the washer as well.
2.Responsibility- the state or fact of being accountable for something, a thing that one is required to do as part of a job, role, or legal obligation.
i.e. I cooked tonight for myself and my partner, so I am going to clean all of my mess I made and not leave it for my roommates. Or, I just got done doing my make up, so I’m going to put all my supplies back in the drawer where I got them from so my work area is clean.
3. Common courtesy- Common decency or common courtesy is the decency or courtesy which most people have. You usually talk about this when someone has not shown these characteristics in their behaviour to show your disapproval of them.
i.e. You’re planning on throwing a party for your bfs birthday, before discussing it with friends and planning away, you go to your roommates and you say “hey I want to throw a birthday party for so and so when is a good time for all of us?”
You have pissed me off so much recently. One thing after another. But that last one. That takes the cake. And me just now finding out about it, a week in advance, is bullshit. And you throwing it on a week day, KNOWING I work every fucking weekday starting my mornings at 5:30 AM!!
I’m fine with you throwing a party, hell I’ll help you plan it. But you must be kitten yourself if you think “well we don’t ever do anything like this and I’ve already planned it and took the day off” is gunna work. Silly girl. You’ve got a mouthful coming from me pretty fucking soon.
Just because you live on your own and pay bills DOES NOT make you an adult. With the way you have acted lately I would mistake you for 16 again.
I am home at night. Quiet literally at night..to sleep. I work my extern job 40+ hrs a week, class 2 nights a week, my paying job as often as possible, and rotate this all around my boyfriends work schedule. My stress level has elevated so high I can’t even tell where it ends and I begin. My fuse is the length of my fucking pube hair, which is nearly nonexistent. You have chose the wrong fucking time to push my buttons. Yet you keep doing it expecting me to continue to keep mum.
Well good morning bitch. You have just set off the bomb.
Never fucking again will I live with roommates.
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
I think I’m just gunna go for a walk, then step in front of a car.
That sounds good.
Where I just want to get rid of everything.
Delete all these random ass people on Facebook.
Delete numbers out of my phone of people I do not talk to.
Pack my shit and peace out.
I’m just fed up.
I was back in Colorado. And I woke up happy. Until I realized I wasn’t back in Colorado. I was still in Florida surrounded by stress.
I will move back. I will.
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