After my blog about saying no, JT texted to crow about how good it felt to take a stand. He got volunteered for a lengthy dealio at work and called out the person who took that liberty without asking him first.
He and I support each other in our endeavors to get rid of stuff and live leaner, more accountable lives and this type of throwing down is just what I need to keep me going.
JT, you’d be proud of me today.
About a year ago I was
stupid nice enough to take in a person I didn’t know because I felt bad for him.
No, he wasn’t hot.
Even worse, he had a hipster beard but I looked past that because I’m not all superficial and stuff.
He had been traveling/sleeping on couches for a week and had that shell-shocked look of the chronically sleep deprived. Someone staying with me told me about his plight and asked if I had room for him in my house.
Of course I would. I felt for him.
As a parent, I am deeply sympathetic of someone needing a good night’s sleep and a little TLC.
I drove him to my house, I gave him a nice bed in the penthouse with clean sheets and I made breakfast for him (and my other guest) that looked something like this:
Then I drove him back to the studio …
… aaaaand I never heard from him again.
I wasn’t expecting a gift or a card or anything … but a text … message … some acknowledgment that I saved his sorry ass from sleeping on the floor of a studio crawling with people, noise, and two bathrooms to share with 25 people.
I’m not a hard person to find. He could have asked anyone at the studio how to contact me and gotten my phone number, but nothing.
Imagine my surprise when he friended me on Facebook a year later! At last my
stupidity generosity would be acknowledged!
He sent me a private message and I expected that it would be some kind of apology for not thanking me. Instead I got this.
I am without speech.
Not, “You were kind enough to host me and THANK YOU,” or “Sorry I did not reach out sooner TO THANK YOU.”
All I got was, Can you put me up again. This weekend.
Old me would have considered it, probably would have done it and then gotten all bitter and disappointed in humanity, yet again. But now that I am a badass NO machine I said,
I unfriended him immediately because clearly he only established a connection with me so he could make use of my hospitality again. Who needs friends like that, especially when I have so many friends that I truly enjoy hosting and spending time with.
Tabby, JJ, JT, NN are you proud of me? It doesn’t matter if you are, because I’m proud of me.