30 days of...day 11
Jan. 15th, 2011 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
askygoneonfireShare your father's advice.
You can't always call a spade a spade.
I used to get mighty pissed off at school when I would tell my female friends they were being...well, teenage girls. I've always been quite straightforward and never particularly interested in gossiping about boys/hair/make-up/other friends, I had a tendency to try and resolve situations by being unrelentingly logical and practical - it rarely went down well.
This also applied to people who said stupid stuff, I tend to like to tell them it's stupid. Not for being malicious just for...stating what the situation is.
Over the years biting my lip has become a hard acquired skill. I think it's worth it, on the whole; fewer arguments. More frustration perhaps, in the short term at least.
Went to look at a new build house today, it was available on shared ownership so I would only have had to have a mortgage for 25% of the value (25% = £27,500) and pay rent on the rest - £191 a month - which I could afford on top of mortgage repayments. I found it on a property site a week ago. Mentally, I'd already moved in. I so want to unpack the boxes which currently rest in the attic. I want to do my food shopping (I pay my parents board on top of rent, they shop early on Saturday morning, I eat the food that turns up in the cupboards), plan a weeks meals and live at the pace I choose - rather than existing next to the unrelenting routine of my parents. I want to own a house. I want to paint the walls in the holidays from work. I want to buy bits and pieces from Ikea to furnish it. I want to adopt two cats (April and Socks from Lincoln Cat Care) and I want to live my life as I wish - that's not here.
Unfortunately, the 4 available shared ownership houses, I was told upon arrival, have already gone, and I can submit an application and be on the waiting list but it was implied that I wouldn't be the top of the waiting list - it'd take a lot of people's applications to fall through before I'd get one. I still looked around - it was everything I hoped it would be from the photos I'd seen online - completely perfect. I can see myself living there. Which is fatal, really.
A week's reprise from how I felt when I wrote this entry, but I feel myself plummeting back there. I have already looked at other shared ownership properties and not only is 25% a rarity, they are also almost universally flats and without the spacious rooms that this house had.
Friend S, with the brain injury from the car crash, is still recovering. Spoke to him on the phone for an hour or so tonight and he tried to tell me two separate things he told me last time I saw him - something he never used to do, he's always had an excellent memory. He also wrote a reply to my facebook status which, whilst I understood and saw the joke he was trying to make, was in no way expressed with his usual verbal dexterity and flair. Keep encouraging him to be patient as he's very frustrated by getting tired doing normal day-to-day things and everyone telling him to go slowly. But I'm actually getting impatient for him to be back to normal. Terrified he will have lost some of his easy intellect and confidence of expression.
You can't always call a spade a spade.
I used to get mighty pissed off at school when I would tell my female friends they were being...well, teenage girls. I've always been quite straightforward and never particularly interested in gossiping about boys/hair/make-up/other friends, I had a tendency to try and resolve situations by being unrelentingly logical and practical - it rarely went down well.
This also applied to people who said stupid stuff, I tend to like to tell them it's stupid. Not for being malicious just for...stating what the situation is.
Over the years biting my lip has become a hard acquired skill. I think it's worth it, on the whole; fewer arguments. More frustration perhaps, in the short term at least.
Went to look at a new build house today, it was available on shared ownership so I would only have had to have a mortgage for 25% of the value (25% = £27,500) and pay rent on the rest - £191 a month - which I could afford on top of mortgage repayments. I found it on a property site a week ago. Mentally, I'd already moved in. I so want to unpack the boxes which currently rest in the attic. I want to do my food shopping (I pay my parents board on top of rent, they shop early on Saturday morning, I eat the food that turns up in the cupboards), plan a weeks meals and live at the pace I choose - rather than existing next to the unrelenting routine of my parents. I want to own a house. I want to paint the walls in the holidays from work. I want to buy bits and pieces from Ikea to furnish it. I want to adopt two cats (April and Socks from Lincoln Cat Care) and I want to live my life as I wish - that's not here.
Unfortunately, the 4 available shared ownership houses, I was told upon arrival, have already gone, and I can submit an application and be on the waiting list but it was implied that I wouldn't be the top of the waiting list - it'd take a lot of people's applications to fall through before I'd get one. I still looked around - it was everything I hoped it would be from the photos I'd seen online - completely perfect. I can see myself living there. Which is fatal, really.
A week's reprise from how I felt when I wrote this entry, but I feel myself plummeting back there. I have already looked at other shared ownership properties and not only is 25% a rarity, they are also almost universally flats and without the spacious rooms that this house had.
Friend S, with the brain injury from the car crash, is still recovering. Spoke to him on the phone for an hour or so tonight and he tried to tell me two separate things he told me last time I saw him - something he never used to do, he's always had an excellent memory. He also wrote a reply to my facebook status which, whilst I understood and saw the joke he was trying to make, was in no way expressed with his usual verbal dexterity and flair. Keep encouraging him to be patient as he's very frustrated by getting tired doing normal day-to-day things and everyone telling him to go slowly. But I'm actually getting impatient for him to be back to normal. Terrified he will have lost some of his easy intellect and confidence of expression.
