I don't often lose my temper. I can't be bothered. Usually I just wander off. If I do, I am usually icy and sarcastic. It isn't very nice. And I always apologise afterwards, even if I was Sorely Tested.
But TwatBoy has pushed me to the limits of reason. A Dear Friend and I were eating grilled chicken and roast carrots and salad and drinking wine. Then we were eating oatcakes and pears on the sofa (I am obsessed with food today), watching Jane Eyre. Dear Friend kept asking questions ("Why is he blind?" "Where is she?" "What are they doing?"), not because he is Senile, for he is not yet that old, but because of the CRASHING and BANGING and SCRAPING. ("My God, is that your neighbour?")
And then the Final Straw: Jane is being 'fondled' in a way I do not remember from the Original, and Mr Rochester is whispering into her mouth and she is whispering back, but we cannot hear. ("What are they saying?" "What? What did you say?") A sudden pounding and a slam and I LEAP to my feat, and throw open my front door. There he is, grinning like a loon. There is a Pizza Boy.
"I am taking delivery of a cheeky pizza."
"The banging. It has to stop."
"Are you joking?"
"No, I am not. It has been going on all day. Crashing and banging and loud music. And it has been going on since 8 o'clock this morning. I am very, very tired, and I am very, very fucked off, and I have had ENOUGH."
With which I slam the door loudly, and immediately start feeling guilty.
Still, it is very quiet tonight. I hope he isn't crying. I shall write a Note apologising for shouting, but making the point, yet again, that his floorboards are Technically Illegal, and that anything that happens by the front door may as well be happening in my flat, right next to my head. Then, and only then, will I kill him.
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I hate it when I lose my temper. I try to warn people. When I get angry, my voice gets deeper, I slow my speech, my vocabulary grows...but people must test me. I'm not very good at the apology.
Maybe you should be red mist then?
NWM don't apologise, he's a rude, selfish manboy. He should have called and said he was doing some work, that he hoped it wouldn't be too unbearable and offered you a bottle of wine, and then he should have stopped at a reasonable hour. He's lucky he's not leaving the premise wrapped up in his old carpet lol! Do you have a patio?
I watched Helen Mirren being Jane thingy. Poor Tom Bell looked very old and frail, last thing he ever did I think. I think this is a story to far.
There must be a plague! What's with all the rude neighbors?!Unacceptable! I, for one, am doing my part.
It is Twatboy who owes the apology. To YOU. What were you thinking?
Most people are probably unconscious, rather than deliberately inconsiderate. But if they're in the adult world, they should learn that loud noises bother other people. And try hard not to offend.
Lee is right. There seems to be an epidemic of rudeness. And I was wondering if it was just in this city.
What was I thinking?
Mist1, I am trying to Rise Above, but failing horribly.
Apprentice, Heart - thank you for your Words, which basically help me not feel guilty. I just hope he doesn't bloody well come round tonight and try and talk to me about it. A - couldn't watch Silent Witness, it depresses me horribly. And anyway there was some mouth whispering to watch on BBC1.
Lee - I am in your Gang. Are you making badges?
Oh we are not kidding with the badges...they are tattoos. If he comes round tonight, have the letter printed out and circled. Spritz it with some kinda window cleaner and just hand it to him.
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