So I just asked someone to honestly tell me how spending 165 hours a week alone in the summer, like I do, would affect her. She, apparently, would make the utmost effort to keep the flat tidy... because it would make her feel better. And, of course, I'm criticized for having a flat messier than a pig's pen. ORLY, perfect loneliness = perfect tidiness?! WTF. I hate people who can't at all relate to anyone else. This, of course, is a person who not only has constant company, she must also live in an area which isn't as noisy as mine.
I'd really, *really* like not to react with excess anger or even ever raise my voice, but it's nearly impossible sometimes!