Don’t you just love it when people stop by your house either at a moment’s notice or with no notice at all?
Oh wait, that’s not you? It’s not me, either.
To put it lightly, I am not a fan of people dropping in. Unless I send out fancy invitations with cursive words on them that suggest one stop by, I don’t do drop-ins. Or dropping by. Or popping over. Or any of the other phrases people use that really mean “I’m gonna intrude on your privacy.”
“Never invite yourself over,” my grandma taught me as a kid when I asked my aunt if I could spend the night. “Sometimes people aren’t up to having others over and it makes them feel bad to say ‘no.'”
That’s a good rule. One I live by. It doesn’t make me feel bad to tell people “no,” though–just irritated that they apparently don’t live by the same code. Which happens to be a lot of the people in my life.
“I don’t mind if your house is messy,” my mother-in-law has told me if I don’t immediately agree to her stopping by when she suggests it.
Well, I do.
And thank you for assuming that my house is gonna be a mess.
“I don’t mind if you’re sick,” the “friend” told me earlier this year when I explained why I wasn’t up for company after she informed me she was coming over. “I want to get out for a while.”
Um, I mind. My snotty, feels like shit, still in pajamas, hasn’t had time to clean the house self minds. It took quite a bit of effort to convince her that she wasn’t coming over, too.
I got especially irritated over the weekend. My brother messaged me saying he was going to come over. He didn’t ask, he told. Grr. I let him know that we weren’t going to be home (a lie). Well, he called my bluff and came over anyway.
Not cool, bro, not cool at all. And for that you get me not putting a bra back on. So there.
Are you cool with people stopping by whenever? Or are you like me, the curmudgeon who wants a life size Gandalf on her porch that bellows, “You shall not pass!” What are some of your pet peeves?