The Septimus Notes

Sunday, May 22, 2005

|Frustrated Rant.|

Here's is the text of the email that I fired off to Josh right after getting off of the phone with B:

Yeah, I got out after 11. You hadn't called me, and I just didn't feel like trucking all the way down to the LES since I had to be up early this morning to move all of my shit before going in to work.

Speaking of moving, so B and I officially broke up over brunch yesterday. On the breaking up, I was of the mind to try and give it another shot since it's the summer and all, especially knowing that it wouldn't last beyond the end of the summer. That doesn't work for him. He said "My gut feeling is that we should make a clean break now." I said, "Okay." And he said, "Oh."

Anyway, he offered to help me move this morning. I said that I didn't think I'd need his help, but because of a super annoying quirk with the building I'm moving into and bad-timing with the housing staff, I realized that I would need his help. So, I emailed him. He called me this morning to say that he could help me. But in classic B fashion, he could only do it if the moving met certain conditions. He could only spare time by coming to my dorm after I've loaded everything up and helping me. But as I explained to him, I want to do it in one trip so I need two bins and so he has to check out one of the bins with me. If he did that, came with me home where everything would already be ready to load up and then moved out, the whole thing should take only an hour. But he wants to argue the uselessness of only being able to take out one bin/student. I explain to him that 1) I don't make the rules and 2) If they allowed every student to take out more than one bin at a time knowing that there are fewer bins than students, that would make moving, on the whole, a bitch of a process for everyone since most people need more than one moving bin to move in one trip. So he's like, "Then can't I come with you to sign out the bin, and then go home and you call me so I don't have to waste time on loading stuff up which always takes a while?" (That isn't quite what he said, but more-or-less the gist). And I explain to him that he could do that, only then 1) I'd have to move to unwieldy bins the downhill distance to my current dorm and 2) by the time he would get home, because I would have (hopefully) organized everything properly, he'd only be home for about 20min before I call him again (maybe less since I'd call him before I was done so that he would arrive when I was done) and since he has a tendency to not arrive on time that would actually make the whole process take more than an hour which would defeat the point of his coming to *help* me in the first place.

So basically I told him nevermind, and that I wouldn't need his help because his help would be very unhelpful. Just like B, he'll only do what he wants the way he wants it. And why can't he spare an hour on a Sunday morning after school has ended? Oh, because the 30pp paper that he had all semester to work on that was due at the end of term that he managed to get two (yes, TWO) extensions on is due Monday and he hasn't managed to type a single word. Because, horror of horrors, he's been having sex, which has provided an additional distraction to the host of distractions that seems to prevent him from being able to get work done efficiently and in a timely manner.

And I have to wonder why I thought that maybe we could manage to date until the end of the summer.

That's about the end of the email to Josh. I made some modifications (i.e. Josh knows B's real name). In B's defense, I understand that he needs to get this paper done and his grade rests on it. But, really, at this point I cannot honestly believe that taking an hour to help me will be his downfall. And it's perhaps that disjunction of belief (because clearly he does believe that) is why he was right in following his gut feeling.

That is about 3 boyfriends in almost exactly a year, up from 0 in 22... interesting.

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 10:24.
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