Thursday - 12.06.14 in Your Face

I am starting to lose track of the days and dates - something I always found incredibly frustrating in other people. I could never understand how someone would need to ask what date it was, or what day of the week. Now I know. This is the life of people with nothing really to do.

And you think it sounds like a great life, not working. But it's pretty boring! I have to keep inventing things to keep myself busy. I get started on dinner at 4pm, for example.

I am going to Dubbo tomorrow, driving seems to be the cheapest, most convenient and fastest way. I would have much preferred a train, but it looks like I would need to get a train to Sydney first, which is ridiculous. I couldn't bear a bus. I'm not that keen on driving, but it's the best option. To be honest, I don't even really feel like going, but I am sure that will change once I am with my Heslop. What else have I got going on, anyway?

Spoke briefly with M's friend (and my friend, but he was M's friend first). This is the one that M is living with now. This friend is in an awkward position, because he obviously sees M on a daily basis, and knows I am frustrated at not hearing from M. But, he is diplomatic and I appreciate his position. He mentioned M opening the boxes I sent over "like a kid on Christmas". I don't think M is talking much to the friend, because he said he wondered if I would be arriving soon. I said, I'd love to know the answer to that, too! The conversation I had with this friend made me conclude that M has gone into his protective shell and is probably acting like a dick to everyone he encounters, and not just me. It's so annoying.

My idiot brother called in sick to his job again today - he told them his car broke down. He then proceeded to ignore their phone calls for the rest of the day. The worst part is how he will be absolutely shocked when they turn around and fire his ass. He thinks it's reasonable to call in sick, because he thinks the work they get him to do is pointless. It probably is, I'm sure the people in the office aren't that happy about having to babysit him, but he doesn't understand that NOBODY GETS PAID TO SIT AT HOME. He's on worker's compensation, sure, but he's not crippled. He just can't do any labouring until his arm surgery. Why the hell shouldn't he be going in to work each day? He just has such a bad attitude. Both of my brothers do, actually. And my sister and I do, to a degree, but we both still manage to hold down jobs and pay our bills. Our brothers? Nah.

But have you noticed how that's the norm in Australia? How there's a hell of a lot of couples out there where the female takes any job she can, makes the money work to pay the bills and rent and put food on the table? And the guy just sort of bumbles through life, getting bailed out time and time again by the female? It's just insane how often I see this, and I am included in these couples. I had two long term boyfriends that I supported, and you've just watched me support M for over 4 years. Meanwhile, when it comes to my own parents, my father made the money. My mother ran the household until he went overseas for work, and then she promptly downed tools and turned into an absolute mess.

I just wonder where this comes from, or whether I'm just seeing this as a localised thing, when it's probably global.

Anyway. So, because I have been a bachelor for 10 months, I have taken up some disgusting habits. I fart when I want to. I just slept three nights with my doona with no cover on it, because I was too lazy to wrestle the freshly washed cover on it. I rolled out of bed the other morning and went to the supermarket, UNBATHED (this is unheard of - in the mornings I get up, I poop, I shower, and then I start my day - WITHOUT FAIL). I pick at my pimples - constantly. I have some madly hairy legs right now. I need to get myself sorted, pronto and turn back into something that just slightly resembles a lady.

Also need to get my eyebrows waxed, pretty badly.