Ain't comin' over, ain't gonna happen
Even though I don’t mind meeting up with people, there are some times where I don’t want to leave home. These times are those when I’m about to fall asleep because it’s late and I have to get up early the next morning.
Of course, it should come as no surprise to me that there’s always one person who has no concern for my best interests, or the need for a clock.
C wants me to come over at 11:30 p.m. - right before I’m about to turn in for the night. Even if the invite was two hours earlier, C still lives over an hour away. The last thing I want to do at half-to-midnight is drive an hour there, stay for 30 seconds, drive an hour back, and drop face-first into bed where I will sleep for approximately six hours (or before the alarm scares the shit out of me).
For some reason, C doesn’t understand that I need to sleep. I’m not staying over. If I did, I’d be kicked out before 6 a.m., then I’d have to drive back home, get changed, and drive back.
And, I don’t care if C is pissed. I’m tired at that hour. I should’ve been asked if I wanted to come over at 7:30 p.m., not four hours later. At least I would’ve been offered something to eat at that hour.
So, if anyone ever asks me to come over at that hour, don’t bother. I don’t care who you are. If you’re smart, you should know better. I ain’t comin’ over, and it ain’t gonna happen.
Note: This post is brought to you by WTF Wednesdays.
Of course, it should come as no surprise to me that there’s always one person who has no concern for my best interests, or the need for a clock.
C wants me to come over at 11:30 p.m. - right before I’m about to turn in for the night. Even if the invite was two hours earlier, C still lives over an hour away. The last thing I want to do at half-to-midnight is drive an hour there, stay for 30 seconds, drive an hour back, and drop face-first into bed where I will sleep for approximately six hours (or before the alarm scares the shit out of me).
For some reason, C doesn’t understand that I need to sleep. I’m not staying over. If I did, I’d be kicked out before 6 a.m., then I’d have to drive back home, get changed, and drive back.
And, I don’t care if C is pissed. I’m tired at that hour. I should’ve been asked if I wanted to come over at 7:30 p.m., not four hours later. At least I would’ve been offered something to eat at that hour.
So, if anyone ever asks me to come over at that hour, don’t bother. I don’t care who you are. If you’re smart, you should know better. I ain’t comin’ over, and it ain’t gonna happen.
Note: This post is brought to you by WTF Wednesdays.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
9 Comments:
i hate that! really. do people realize we need sleep to look this beautiful. driving all that way. for what? to be kicked out in the morning. insanity!
the audacity of some is staggering.
next time, bring a sleeping bag, and you can sleep in the car.
Sounds like C stands for Crackpot.
You'd only be there for thirty seconds? Heck, it takes me two minutes just to get my pants off.
You go girl.
hmm, i know for me, there's one guy that i would go over to his place for, anytime. Any Time.
Sometimes the best things happen at midnight.If you know what I mean.
Maybe you should have went.
What happens if we give you a week or two notice?
Honestly I gotta agree with you. If I don't get my beauty sleep, the rest of the day I'm gonna be one cranky bitch!
30 seconds? lol
- eliot
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