So Expected
April 23, 2010 at 10:48 am 2 comments
As most of you know I’ve had issues with the immature girls who live at Carriage Cove. Well this one takes the cake. I’d moved out 3 weeks before my check out date because I couldn’t stand living with those girls anymore. When I first moved in they were FANTASTIC! But one bad mistake – sleeping with a guy from my mission and while scare crapless hoping I wasn’t pregnant, I turned to them for support. They alienated me, avoided me, paired off, and counted me among the spawn of Satan. I wasn’t invited to church with them anymore, I wasn’t invited to any church activity, you name it they quickly ran out the door before I’d even attempt to ask if I could go with them.
Today was my check out at Carriage Cove. Yesterday I spent the whole evening CLEANING! My bedroom, the bathroom – there’s still dark spots on the tub, I’m sure they’ll fail me, the kitchen, everything! I was PISSED! So at 9pm I gave up and went home. Everything was done. I planned to come back at 8am to check out like planned. I went into the office and Dawnetta, the manager, tells me to leave the keys and paper work on my desk in my room. So I went back over to the apartment and left it there. When I walked into my room I saw something that pissed me off like no other. THE STUPID @#$!%*&!()*& (#*&$!~)%& USED MY BEDROOM AS A GARBAGE ROOM!!!!! They took every bit of garbage they could find and PUT IT IN MY ROOM!!!!!! I quickly gathered everything – IT WASNT MINE! And ran it out to the dumpster. Making sure to try and wake the house as I rushed things out. Banging as I left. Danielle woke up and opened the door. I screamed at her “THESE ARE NOT MINE AND HOW DARE YOU GUYS USE MY ROOM AS A DUMPING GROUND RIGHT BEFORE CHECK OUTS!!!”
“We put it in there because we didn’t know who it belonged to.”
“GARBAGE?! REALLY?!”
“We knew you’d clean it out because you were coming back”
Right then I almost punched her in the face! I took the last bag of crap before I could punch her and rushed it out the door. She went back to her room. I came back in, went into my room, dropped off the keys and locked the door as I left. As I rushed to my car before I could picked up a friendly rock and pitched it towards a bedroom window of the roommate I’ve hated most and I’m sure cooked up the plan, I called Carriage Cove. Dawnetta was in the office but didn’t answer, so I left a message. I explained what happened and said “If anything else fails, I’m sure I’ll know who to blame. I spent a day cleaning that place!”
All I can say is I’m SO GLAD I’m not going to have to deal with those STUPID, IMMATURE, RUDE, and B!TCHY 19-22 year old GIRLS anymore.
Entry filed under: moving. Tags: anger, mistakes, roommates, rude, unchristlike.
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Mormon411 | July 26, 2010 at 11:31 pm
Hi there Provo girl,
I couldn’t help but feel bad for you as I read your most recent posts. Sometimes life can really smash you into the ground. It sucks.
I used to be Mormon. I used to think that god was in control of everything. Now, I’m an atheist. I look at your life, from what you have described of it, and I must say that it doesn’t appear that being LDS has helped make your life any better.
In fact, look at the roommates. Their response to your plea for help was anything but Christlike. I see so many people dealing with their problems and waiting for god to make it all better. Can’t you see that your life is just taking it’s course and that “god” is amazingly absent?
I know it’s hard to swallow and you’ll probably delete this comment as soon as you read it. However, I’m trying to help you. Quit having faith in some imaginary dude up in the sky and start having some faith in yourself.
If you’re sitting there waiting for god to make your life better, it’s never going to happen. Good things happen. Bad things happen. Religious people always somehow try to throw god into the mix, when, in all reality, it’s just life taking its course.
Quit relying on outside sources for your peace of mind. Happiness come from within yourself. Constantly wondering if god is happy with you or mad with you isn’t healthy. I kicked god out of my life and still have my problems… but they are no better or worse. Whether you are religious or not, life still goes on.
What I’m trying to say is that you need to quit looking to god to make you happy and to make your problems go away. There is no god. Look to yourself. Make yourself happy. Just look at your life. If you want the whole world to be LDS like you, would you want everyone to experience the dispair and emptiness that you feel? If being LDS works so well, then why doesn’t it make your life wonderful like it’s supposed to?
Please, before you delete this comment, think it through. I’ve been without god for years and I can honestly tell you that not having to worry about gods approval is very liberating. Satan isn’t real. Jesus isn’t real. Just like Santa Claus. I know the real truth is hard to accept, but once you do, you will find great freedom.
I’m not your enemy. If you want to talk, feel free to email me.
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Provo LDS Girl | July 27, 2010 at 7:54 am
Thanks for replying. Sorry I haven’t posted to my blog in a while. A lot has happened in the past few months that I really do need to update on. I just wanted to email back and ask where you think that I’m waiting for God to make my life better and not trying to do things on my own. Even in Mormon doctrine we’re taught that blessings come “after all we can do.”… and that “Faith without works is dead”…. I believe there’s a creator and a reason why we’re here. Nothing will stop me from believing that there has so be a purpose to my existence. Big bang, floating organisms, sure, but what put us here and why did we need a big bang. There’s just got to be a reason.
My life definitely suck(ed/s) then and possibly right now. Recently I’ve decided to do a lot more listening to what makes me happy and stop listening to what others tell me to do. IE: Utah Mormon Culture tells me in order to be useful/of worth I need to be married right now, spitting out babies, and married to a good priesthood holding RM who has a 6 figure income. All I want is an imperfect man who tries and I don’t care now if we’re married in the temple first, so long as I can eventually be sealed to him. I don’t care what kind of money he makes so long as he’s bringing something home and helping me support our family. And babies, well, I wont lie, sex is great. LOL! But babies, yeah, not right now. Not while I’m single. I can’t handle that.
I’ll post soon about quite a few things I’m going through right now. You’ll have to tell me what your thoughts are when I do.