frustration vents

[wild_dreamer]

so I don't understand how the concept of putting something back where you got it from is so difficult for everyone else. Use the scissors? put them back. Use spices from the cabinet while you're cooking? put them back when you're done. Use the tweezers or nail clippers in the bathroom? put them back in the dish they live in when you're done. IT'S NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE. It doesn't take a million miles of effort, it doesn't even take the effort of moving rooms. Get, use, put back.

So why are my scissors always missing, the tweezers and nail clippers on the counter, an assortment of spices strewn about the kitchen? Because my fucking adult roommates are monsters, clearly.

Clean up after yourself, or ASK for help. Do things that need done when you see them, or ASK someone who hasn't noticed to do it if you need help. I get that we aren't all functional, that we are basically all spoonies except The Bear who is a Man and doesn't do jack all that he isn't asked to anyways. :eyerolls:

Sometimes a couple dishes end up in a room for a day, I know I'm as guilty as anyone. But a hoard of them? unacceptable.

I'm so tired of feeling like I'm the one who notices and picks up after everyone else, tbh.

I guess that's the end of my rant, I got distracted and now I gotta go put pants on and get to work.