The People Who Rule / The People Who Suck

I'm moved into my new flat now. Flatmate and I have been working like beasts for the past two days bringing this place together: painting the walls, cleaning up the floors, shopping for the necessary stuff for the flat, etc. It's been nonstop, but all worth it. The flat is coming together. Lovely. My flatmate rules. She's a friend I've known for a long time. Yet, we were never really spending tons of time together. It was always in little bouts: we'd see one another for a while, then one or the other of us would drift off someplace and we would go for months without news. Then, we would meet and see one another for a while again. In the past three days we have been in close proximity all the time and it has been fine. Even with the tiredness, the stress and the work, we laughed and had fun. This cohabitation promises to be great.

I have to admit that I was nurturing a bit of a foolish dream. With G "speaking" to me again (via MSN, as the lad doesn't call) and knowing I was moving and knowing my phone number here and seeming moderately interested to actually see me, I was hoping he'd call or want to see me or something like that. When I gave him my phone number here and told him the day the number would be in service, he was all "oh yeah, I'll call that phone of yours, promise!". Whatever, really. I come online tonight using a temporary dial-up access and the lad is online, asking me if I'm finally moved in, asking me how I like it and etc, then moves on to tell me about some stuff he bought and about some computer problems he's having. In response I'm being quite monosyllabic, as there's not much to reply to those things. By then I figure I should just ask him if he's doing anything tomorrow. So I just ask: "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" His reponse: "I'm already seeing a friend for coffee." Then, he moves on to another topic of his. He has to reboot his computer because of blah-blah-blah. Asks me when I begin University, I reply. Then he says: "Ah, don't you worry, it's all gonna be fine". Who said I was worried?! What's with the assumption that I'm living intense anxiety. To this I reply: "I am not worried in the least". His response: "That's the spirit". Then he logs off wishing me luck and blah. The boy sucks and his act is completely infuriating. If you don't care, then just don't type anything.

In the end though, I'm the one who needs a reality check: he's never gonna come around, I should just gracefully digest that fact and move on.