Because a TV has been set up on the dining table and someone has been gaming on it for the past, I don't know, four hours. Silently, mind. Headphones. Considerate. But I cannot concentrate knowing that there is a presence lurking some ten feet outside this door. Knowing that if I open the door, I will be greeted by the crushing glare of a TV screen and a headphoned silhouette that kind of looks like a shadowy alien.
Something is WRONG with me.
Something is WRONG with me.
I mean, I think part of it is knowing that the dishes aren't done, either. We have a rotating dishes schedule, and it's alien's turn. Half the dishes are done, but not all. Obviously killing zombies or goblins or whatever was more important than finishing up dishes. I still don't get this. I mean, surely playing a zombie game would be more enjoyable knowing that you didn't have any dishes left to do when you're done?
The point is, the kitchen is RIGHT THERE and any dish-doing severely interferes with my sleeping patterns. I think part of my problem is that I foresee this: dishes done at midnight, an hour into my peaceful slumber, waking me up and then I'll have to take a sleeping pill because it will be like I took a nap and I won't be able to get back to sleep for ages and I'll become dependent on sleeping pills and it'll be like first year all over again and--
The point is, the kitchen is RIGHT THERE and any dish-doing severely interferes with my sleeping patterns. I think part of my problem is that I foresee this: dishes done at midnight, an hour into my peaceful slumber, waking me up and then I'll have to take a sleeping pill because it will be like I took a nap and I won't be able to get back to sleep for ages and I'll become dependent on sleeping pills and it'll be like first year all over again and--
But also, the change. The sudden change. Why is there a TV on the kitchen table? I mean, really? There is no logical explanation. The TV lived a very good life in a secluded bedroom where it has been for ages and ages and ages, so why the sudden move? Did rent go up in the bedroom and it had to relocate? Did it get sick of the dust bunnies and try to run away to better accommodation, only to get stuck in the sticky mess of the table cloth and pinned down once again by the avid gamer?
I just don't understand. It would be like me moving my library of books to the kitchen table and saying, they're going to stay here this evening. All that effort to move the books. I mean, even then I would have the excuse of potentially reorganizing said library and needing a place to put them while I sort them. That would be fine. But there is nothing going on with this TV that required a move. The same thing is happening to it as was happening in its own room.
And now it's there. I bet I see the glow from under the door. I bet it lights up the entire room while I'm trying to sleep.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
I think I've gone around the river bend, down the waterfall, through the tunnel and ALL THE WAY to grandma's house.
This area does not need a second TV is the thing. There is already one there. Why isn't that one being used? I mean, that one's more annoying as it's even closer than The Intruder and I think comes without the possibility of headphones and oh god you guys I just heard clicking. Clickclickclickclickclick. Constant tapping. Like an owl at the window, only without the potential of carrying a Hogwarts letter. Which means instead of being exciting, it's actually one of the most annoying things I could hear right now. Like the slow drip drip of water torture. The old kind, not this fancy boarding deal...
Only I don't want to go say GO AWAY because what argument do I have other than that I'm probably having something like a psychotic breakdown? This doesn't actually matter in the grand scheme of things. Unless The Intruder thinks it can take root on the kitchen table and I have to stare at the wirey back of it EVERY SINGLE MORNING for practically the REST OF MY LIFE while I'm eating my whole-grain breakfast cereals . Then it'll be like crunch, crunch, ohgodTheIntruderisstillhere, crunch, why, crunch, cry. And then when I get back from work it'll be like, "Why, HELLO there, I'm a black abyss of DOOM unless I'm showing some annoying rainbow colored shooter game."
I just don't really want to discourage this behavior because it's some of the most respectful that I've seen so far, you know, with the no-noise, it's just... what is the gosh darned POINT of doing this? If I could see any logic, any reason behind such a move I think I would be okay.
AND THE DISHES AREN'T DONE.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I just don't understand. It would be like me moving my library of books to the kitchen table and saying, they're going to stay here this evening. All that effort to move the books. I mean, even then I would have the excuse of potentially reorganizing said library and needing a place to put them while I sort them. That would be fine. But there is nothing going on with this TV that required a move. The same thing is happening to it as was happening in its own room.
And now it's there. I bet I see the glow from under the door. I bet it lights up the entire room while I'm trying to sleep.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
I think I've gone around the river bend, down the waterfall, through the tunnel and ALL THE WAY to grandma's house.
This area does not need a second TV is the thing. There is already one there. Why isn't that one being used? I mean, that one's more annoying as it's even closer than The Intruder and I think comes without the possibility of headphones and oh god you guys I just heard clicking. Clickclickclickclickclick. Constant tapping. Like an owl at the window, only without the potential of carrying a Hogwarts letter. Which means instead of being exciting, it's actually one of the most annoying things I could hear right now. Like the slow drip drip of water torture. The old kind, not this fancy boarding deal...
Only I don't want to go say GO AWAY because what argument do I have other than that I'm probably having something like a psychotic breakdown? This doesn't actually matter in the grand scheme of things. Unless The Intruder thinks it can take root on the kitchen table and I have to stare at the wirey back of it EVERY SINGLE MORNING for practically the REST OF MY LIFE while I'm eating my whole-grain breakfast cereals . Then it'll be like crunch, crunch, ohgodTheIntruderisstillhere, crunch, why, crunch, cry. And then when I get back from work it'll be like, "Why, HELLO there, I'm a black abyss of DOOM unless I'm showing some annoying rainbow colored shooter game."
I just don't really want to discourage this behavior because it's some of the most respectful that I've seen so far, you know, with the no-noise, it's just... what is the gosh darned POINT of doing this? If I could see any logic, any reason behind such a move I think I would be okay.
AND THE DISHES AREN'T DONE.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I'm not gonna make it.
Yoga breathing, Em, yoga breathing! Just move the tv, or place a sufficiently rhymey note on it saying that it should be moved, OR bake a cake and tell them they don't get to eat it until you don't see a tv anymore. Oh, or you can pile the dirty dishes in front if the tv! That'd be a double hint! And look for a new rental premises...sounds like about time for one if the aliens are invading! Hope it gets better,
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