Taking the Liberty to Screw Things Up

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss.

-Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Shadow of the Wind

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 2, 1987
Thursday

The week has gone by so quickly.

I finished my follow-ups. I did some extra KEY ACCOUNT work for my boss, Steve. I did that yesterday as well as today.

I went home after work and discovered Stacey leaving the house. It’s as if she has it timed to be away whenever I come home. Whatever. I wrote her a note about not letting Tom, the bearded one, smoke in the house ever again. I also wrote instructions on how to use the washing machine. She’s so stupid! She can’t even have the decency to ask me how to use it before taking the liberty to screw things up. She doesn’t really care.  They’re not her things…after all.  I’m no dummy.

Eileen called.
“Dave and I are sort-of serious again.”
I thought and asked myself, “This is no big deal…but why tell me?”
I have ‘latered’ the entire idea of her anyway.
Eileen continued, “Let’s still go out and party sometimes.”
“Sure,” I said, realizing that I really didn’t want to do so.
I plan to phase her out of my current history. She’ll be sorry later. Ha-ha.

I went to mom’s house. Then she came over to my place and helped me straighten-up the house a bit.
Mom said, “That girl doesn’t seem to be very clean.”
“No, she’s not very tidy.”

I called Jeff in Hawaii and reconfirmed my flight number and information for the forthcoming trip.

I also called Chris. He’s going to pick me up at the airport on July 11th (upon my return). I still have so much to do before I leave. I have to pack.

I forfeited the gym tonight. I sorted, washed and folded clothes.

I watched THE YOUNG & THE RESTLESS with mom at her house. Some gal seduced one of the characters in the show named Paul. The girl is his wife in real-life.

I went home to my pad at around 9:30PM.
Stacey had said earlier, “I’ll be back from my Dad’s by seven-thirty.”
She wasn’t there. It was just as well. She’ll see my notes tomorrow morning regarding Tom’s smoking in the house and the washing machine. I’m sure she’ll smirk over it.

The program of becoming happy, which the pleasure principle imposes on us cannot be fulfilled; yet we must not---indeed, we cannot—give up our efforts to bring it nearer to fulfillment by some means or other.
-Sigmund Freud
Civilization and its Discontents