Ok, I guess I just don't get how to "help" people. Apparently I didn't make my house guest feel welcome enough. The rent free place to live, free food, help repairing his jeep, giving him clothes, giving him money for gas, and letting him hang in my most private of personal spaces (my den/smoking room) just wasn't cutting it I guess.
It may have been my house rules that were way too tough?!?!
Like, you can't be here and stink. Take a shower when you need one.
You will do your share of the work load; 1/3 the chores. Help clean the kitchen, load the dish washer, help with yard work, clean up after yourself, keep my den clean like I do, and find a job.
You know, normal things one would expect of a 25 year old adult. Sigh.....
This brings me to my new way of thinking. The new way of thinking is simply NO!
As in:
No you may not stay in my house.
No I will not feed you.
No I can not spare a few bucks.
No you can't be here smelling like that.
No you cant use, borrow or even rent my yard tools or anything else I spent hard earned money on.
No you can not use my computer for ANY reason. If you need to find a job and you want to use a computer; the un-employment office lets you use one for free.
Sorry for the rant n' rave guys, I'm just so freeking frustrated I want to scream. I just don't understand why someone would take a dump in the hand that's trying to help them out of the crappy life they tell me they hate sooooo much.
I think the reason I have such a hard time with this B.S. is many years ago a very nice man let me live in his house rent free. Not only did I take the chance to better myself but I will also be eternally grateful for the helping hand when I needed it. I lived by the house rules back then and did much more than my share of the chores because I was so happy to not be living in my car anymore!
Now that I'm more financially stable I keep wanting to give others the same hand up I got but to date that idea hasn't gone well. At least this one didn't try to steal from me or start doing hard drugs in my spare bedroom (or worse). Yet I'm still a bit bent out of shape.
I don't want to offend any of our younger brothers with my next statement but I just want to know. What the h#** is wrong with these 20somthings that it seems better to live in a car then accept some help and live by a few adult rules? Seriously?
Sincerely
Fed up in Idaho :x