Sunshine on a crappy day

I’ve got two women in my house that I loathe. They sit in the front room and plot my untimely demise. I’ve been given nasty ultimatums via text and asked to pay them to leave. Despite all of this, they believe I am ‘hostile’ and ‘childish’. I’ve been swimming in a sea of bitter bile all week.

So I had a revelation this morning.

All of this is surely not good for me. If I don’t stop hating this housemate, it’s probably going to kill me. I decided to cut short all of this nonsense this morning. Calm ensued. I think I am going to have to feel sorry for her.

I first thought about the passive resistance route of Ghandi. Whack on a loincloth and be of good cheer. I love the little bloke (have visited not one but two of his houses in Gujarat, and received a long earful about his wonders from a security guard in Johannesburg – useless biographical fact #1000 on this site) and admire what he did. But I admit I am more of a fighting woman. People who cross my line generally regret it, and my loose lips have sunk many ships. Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t.

What about Sun Tzu? ‘The Art of War’ – now that’s more my thing!
‘Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.’
‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.’
‘The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy, but does not allow the enemy’s will to be imposed on him.’

But life is not a goddamn warzone all the time. Even in Baghdad they take time out to gorge on delicious pizza snacks every now and again.

Then I turned to the Dalai. He’s not only alive and well, but reincarnated with regularity. I think he said something about it: ‘be compassionate towards your enemies’. Did he say enemies? I’m sure he’d say something polite like ‘people with views slightly different than others’.

This sheila I live with is a bit of a fucking nutter. Despite the thousands of dollars she’s spent on self-improvement and communication courses over the years, it’s clearly come to nothing. This morning it was obvious she wasn’t coping. Her girlfriend’s parents won’t let her in their house (where the GF lives when she’s not at my house), and I certainly don’t want to live with her. She must feel backed into a tight corner. (diddums!)

So! With respect to the above, I made the following list, which I will repeat like a mantra for the next month:

1. I have a moving out date from her, which is in a month.
2. I am much better educated about the methods of Landmark.
3. I have lined up another housemate who seems very delightful.
4. The metre high papier mâché teddy bear in the hallway will be gone for good.

And after all the stress, I think I’ve lost about a kilo, which is also surely a happy event.

5 thoughts on “Sunshine on a crappy day

  1. Alo my dear Boo!I just visited your blog last evening and this evening. Wow! I can feel your stress and the anguish to deal with another person. Remember nothing is permenant. It will be over soon. I am sure that your housemates will leave soon. Take a deep breath!Tonight, I was watching this and had tears pour out of my eyes… I sent it to my little sis, Kate, and a few dear friends. I am glad to visit your webpage. Hope this find you at peace and silent within. love Boo!Quan

  2. This is my third try and I am getting annoyed, very annoyed. Why is it so hard to leave a simple comment?Boo, are you sufficiently enlightened now that I can call the Five Renaining Singhs down from high alert? Would you like me to ask one of our Family Shaheeds to keep an eye on you?Long ago, in San Francisco, I used to know a lesbian named Sheila. She was a little odd and besmitten with myself, but not sociopathic. At least yours has a GF and leaves you alone.But be careful. I think it was in the Tao Te Ching: By underestimating my enemy, I almost lose what I value.O My Dear Boo, life is war, always, relentlessly, without let-up. The most you can realistically hope for is to place your pizza snacks close enough to an IED that ther get fried/baked properly. Then eat them on the run.As for Mr. Gandhi. Mohandas K., it’ll be a peaceful day in Iraq before you find a Sikh who has anything good to say about the perfidious, perverted, lying little SOB MF. It is s a direct result of his policies and lies to the Sikh people that most of the really nasty stuff in my blogs happened. I know it’s dangerous to speak ill of a beloved icon, but I also have loose lips.To leave on a more pleasant note. I just made chocolate cookies. They look like what that dog deposited on your bed, but they taste really, really good.

  3. So much love!! Alas I need it at the moment because I feel a little beseiged.Quanzi!! So good to hear from you. How sad my blog is a little shitty at the moment.Mai you are a bottomless source of amusement and information. I will look into the little fella – anyone who calls down calamity on your family & religion is not all right my me.Pomgirl – the Evils – bring them all on (and the Family Shaheeds, above!). Fortunately, people who behave like this usually get what’s coming to them, be it now or years from now.Chai – she’s not korean, and I can’t give any more insults in her way, because I too like pigs, cows and dogs!!

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