AirBnBs and other people

Other people. 

Love 'em, hate 'em, we have to deal with them.

People are my thing. I am an extreme extrovert; I get my energy from other people, their validation is life or death to me, it's very upsetting when I find myself rubbing up people the wrong way. 

But I do. It's impossible not to. In fact, the more people who I interact with (which is typically always a lot, no matter where I am living), the more likely it is for me to make enemies. 

I've definitely come to terms with it but it took many years. I'm so grateful my teens and twenties are over, nights where I would be far too upset over some twat who said something mean. 

'Scuse my language, but fuck that shit. 

So tonight was the moment I knew that I would never add my AirBnB hosts to social media. Not that that was on the agenda. 

I simply do not understand why people who do not like other people, choose to live with other people.

Suck it up. 

Shell out on a one-bedroom. 

Make the world a better place, so we do not have to see your face. 

Passive aggression is blatantly obvious to the emotionally intelligent. 

And lastly, DO NOT agree to make your home an AirBnB.

So when I arrived in London on Thursday I was instantly criticised by the housemate of the host, for waiting outside and not pressing the buzzer (there was no one home anyway, a fact I had been informed of).

The first thing she did was start bagging the previous AirBnB guest. 

The second, third, fourth and fifth things were to criticise my doing of absolutely everything (like, for example, existing).

The sixth thing she did was nag her boyfriend 136 times in the space of 20 minutes, an ordeal I had to leave the room for. 

How do these people get so far in life?

My presence here is an unwelcome one, that much is obvious. A privilege I am paying money for. 

And for a clean person, she doesn't even understand the concept of bleach. An excellent , disinfecting and cheap cleaning product. I know this, because the toilet isn't sparkling white. 'Scuse the TMI.

I will never understand alpha females. I will never understand people with controlling tendencies. I've faced far too many of them and the experience is one of acute unpleasantness. 

I feel sorry for people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but it doesn't mean I tolerate spending time with them. 

I've also lived on my own for over a year.

Who knows. Maybe the problem is me. I know one of my problems is sensitivity; both a blessing and a curse

I have my own OCD, I guess - I just worry about different things. Thanks for letting me blow off some steam.