You wouldn't know that the past few days were HELL. I'm not exagerating this. It is not a hyperbole. My mood swings could've contributed to this but I'm telling you, the major issue that really increased my hormonal outrage relates to my neighbour. Let's give you some background information about him. This will be unbias (I'll warn you of bias material in a bit). He is a recently turned 81yr old man who is an ex-neighbour. Since I have moved, he has found the heart/sympathy to drive me to & from school. He has been mistaken as a pedophile by my friends (& still seen as one by many) however he is only normal - until recently. *bias*
So this is what happened, I'll keep it short so as not to bore you. Last Friday, I finished school later than usual. I had told him I would finish late at 5PM. At 10 mins before 5PM, I had called him to say that he wouldn't need to drive me home 'cause I would be going over to my friend's place. He did not pick up 'cause he was in the car. When I had ran out at 5PM, he had parked right infront of the school & had gotten out of the car to scream & tell me off saying that he had sat there for 2o minutes & that he was sick of waiting & claimed that I was doing "bad things" with boys 'cause I was often with them. He also stated events that I don't recall doing or saying. Haha so he sits out there 20 minutes earlier than the time & complains about it to me? The following Monday, he called me up at 6.30AM with thunder in his tone, saying that I needed to write an apology letter, threatening that if I didn't, I would go to school late.
I had enough. Lack of sleep for the past weeks stressing about ART & about my relationships & I really didn't need him to tell me what to do & what not. I told my mum he was senile. She thought so too. My dad said I needed to treat him with respect despite what he says/does. And so I did. I just don't talk to him which is not sucha big deal since I don't usually say anything anyways.
A conversation with my neighbour just moments ago in the car went like this:
I had told him that I would be going Parramatta tomorrow so that he didn't need to drive me home. His response carried a heavy spark of doubt & suspicion & went something like this:
"Hmm." He's obviously thinking of a way to approach this matter without appearing nosy but this is obviously a failed attempt from his following Q.
"What you going there for?" Why must you know why I am going there? Does this not reinforce your nosy & despicable character. Why must he know about everything? And about every name of the people I walk with & of THEIR lives aswell? Which reminds me, he had asked me once which guy I liked the most & had not forgotten the name since but has permanently deleted the angelic events that I had experienced (such as studying real hard for exams).
"Hmm. A gift for yourself?" Isn't this a silly question. He is again suggesting that he wants to know for whom. Whom so 'special' that would deserve a gift from I. He is demanding a name but he can suck on that.
"A gift for a friend. A friend's birthday." Yes bitch, you're getting no name.
"Hmm. You going there by train that late." He must've tried to carefully craft this statement but it's obviously a Q. again involving my mode of transport. If I replied with 'train' then I would be walking which makes stalking even more accessible from his porch window which I would have to walk past unless I take a diff. route.
"Oh no. My friend is driving me - has *mumbles*his*/mumble* license" I thought it was necessary to mumble 'his' just incase I could get away with it but I guess not. After a very short silence.
"He's a good driver is he?" Well no. He isn't a good driver that's why I'm confident enough to want to sit in his car for the entire journey from Cabramatta to Parramatta. Ofcourse he is just trying to confirm that he had heard 'his' clearly.
"Yeh." What more can I say. Let's just keep this short. No denying. No hiding. I am innocent. After another short silence.
"Does your mum know about this?" I am not sneaking out fyi. But this isn't really necessary. Mind your own business & let me get on with life. He really gets on my nerves. Accumulated patience with this guy has really popped one of my blood vessels. I don't intend to burst another.
"No. Not yet." In other words, shut the f up & drive 'cause she'll know about it. I'm assuming from my A. he will ring up my mum to confirm that I have told her or hint to her that I would be going.
How I hate seeing him.

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