A friend of mine is staying with her family, but having drama with them and hates going home. So she is asking to stay in my guestroom til she gets her own place... I love her to death. She is a great friend who has done so much for me... but... she is not being kicked out, so she is not homeless. And I know her financial situation is fukked up, so I know she is not ready to move into an apartment anytime soon. And most of all... I am sick and gott dayum tired of my friends thinking I am a mothafukkin halfway house just because I am a single guy and have a two bedroom apartment.
Since I have lived in New York (two years), I have had FOUR people live with me for an average of 3 months each. You do the math. That is a YEAR of people living in my house and not paying rent.
Each time (except for one) , things ended badly. And the last one, whom I now call the Rock Kicker, stormed out without so much as a goodbye or thanks... and we haven't spoken since. I even blogged about it... (Triflin' Azz Ungrateful People)
As I blogged before... I am worn out. But this friend has really been there for me through out my struggles here in NY. So I feel really bad about just saying no. But, while her moving here would help her maintain her sanity, it would totally disrupt mine. I LIKE having my own space. I LIKE having solitude and peace & quiet. I LIKE watching what I want to watch when I want to watch it on MY tv. I like blasting my music when I feel like it. I am a grown azz man who likes living on his own. Its not anything about her or my friendship with her... I just don't want ANYONE living in my crib that I am not related to or fukking, and really... not even then if marriage is not involved.
So... despite our friendship, and my love for her as my friend... I have to find a way to say no. I really hope that we can still maintain our friendship. And if not... well... at least this is way more efficient. It won't take three months of someone getting on my dayum nerves, eating my food, running up my utilities without chipping in...
Ultimately, she is not homeless, and her discomfort is not worth all the drama I would have to endure of someone disrupting my personal space... AGAIN. I just can't do it. I am finally learning to say... no.