Chickpea
pithy yet degenerate
I need a little self-indulgent rant. The guy who lives in the flat next to mine is perfectly nice and well-meaning but hugely overbearing. He keeps asking me out for drinks with his friends, none of whom I know, and him, who I've only spoken to when we've crossed paths in the corridor or laundry room. For me, that little scenario would be hugely awkward, but I'd let it go if he wasn't so persistent and pushy about it.
I had to answer the front door to one of his friends last night and even once I'd briefly said hi to them and shut the door to my flat he was calling through asking if I wanted to go out. I was in my dressing gown so clearly not in the mood, but when I tried to explain that I was staying in and chilling because I was tired he was like "well let us know if you want to, I never see you, you can't just be in here on your own all the time, haha!". I don't know whether it's just me, but I found that hugely obnoxious and irritating. I'm perfectly civil and friendly to him, but I don't feel the need to be besties just because we share a corridor, and I kind of resented the implication that I'm some kind of lonely hermit because I'm not constantly in his face all the time. I have my own life and hate feeling obligated to push myself into social situations I have no need or desire for just because he felt like being a patronising arse. I'm an introvert and part of the reason I wanted my own place was so I could indulge that once in a while without people pitying or judging me for it. Is this rational or am I just being massively chippy?
This honestly sounds like my worst nightmare of a living situation. It's not you, it's them.