First of all it wasn't so much a conversation as me pumping Paul for information and then lecturing him. Second of all it started pretty late and droned on and on and on. And on. I tried to give them subtle hints to leave like mentioning that it was getting late, stating that we were running out of water, trying to avoid starting up a new video game which we might be playing for a long time and even lying down on the couch. Unfortunatly they didn't get the message and before I could just throw them out I fell asleep. That's when the REALLY annoying shit went down. After I had fallen asleep instead of waking me up or leaving, they proceeded to head back to my room, sort through my stuff, rewire my entertainment set up and then play Chu Chu rocket until 3 AM when they woke me up by how loud they were being.
What. The. Fuck. Now I don't claim to be the ideal guest but when I go to someone's house and they fall asleep, I either wake them up and ask if they are tired and want to go to bed or I leave. Or if it's a predetermined sleepover I'll go to the living room or whatever and sit quietly, or read, or whatever. I will NOT however search through their stuff and I will NOT fucking rewire ANYTHING. They unplugged my TV from the cable box, plugged in my dreamcast controllers, detached the Xbox from the TV, etc. They also sorted through my box of CD games which was organized in descending order from ones I wanted to play first to ones I wanted to play last. And they did the same to my DVDs (which have games mixed in them). That pisses me off. I'm an only child and I like both my privacy (there are...er...risque DVDs mixed in with the games and anime and hollywood stuff) and my stuff unmessed with. I don't even wanna TOUCH my video games or TV right now because I know I'm going to have to do some work to get things back the way I like them. I certainly don't appreciate having people fuck around with them while I'm sleeping. It irriates the HELL out of me. Paul was supposed to go up to the country with my mother and me tomorrow but I'm not sure whether I want him coming after last night. I don't want him re-arranging my childhood room up there or fucking with shit that could be gifts from my dad. I just don't like people in my business. And I don't like them messing with my stuff. And that's yet another reason why I don't like "hanging out." People have no fucking respect for other people's privacy or soveirgn right over their own stuff. Especially not the people I know. God damn it I want to be a hermit with a shotgun and a peephole.