Grocery shopping and personal space.

Went grocery shopping the other day, all by myself, because everyone else was at work. I've never had to take the bus to Walmart for an actual shopping trip...so this proved to challenging because I didn't consider having to carry it all back to my third floor apartment by myself. 

So when it came time to get on the bus my first challenge was getting it all out of the cart and on to the bus....Should have been called the struggle bus, because the struggle was sooooo real. 

My groceries and myself took but three seats and some of the floor in front of me.

If I had this much trouble getting it on to the bus, which was like a 10 foot walk and one step up, how the hell was I going to get it from the bus stop back to my building? 

Answer: I didn't. 

I dropped EVERYTHING! in the road half way to my building. A nice girl walking by asked if I needed help and started picking things up. Me being me said no I was fine and could get it on my own. She insisted on helping me and picked up a bunch of my bags. I thanked her half a dozen times as we reached my apartment. The good news, nothing was broken! 

Note to self: Wait for someone to be able to A.) drive you B.) Go with you to the store next time. 

Up until I was close to 16 I have always had my own room. I've never lived on a college campus. So the only experience I have ever had with roommates for the 2 years I shared my room with my two step sisters. Who were only at our house certain days of the week.

That was nothing like this. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind sharing...as long I am asked. If it's food, yeah I don't care, just don't eat the last of whatever it is and not tell me or replace it. But when it comes to my clothes, my makeup, my jewelry, or hygiene products: Don't touch them. 

I don't think anyone has the right to use any of my stuff without asking, that's such an invasion of my personal space and privacy. I've never had to deal with this problem because my step sisters weren't into any of that stuff when they shared a room with me, they were to young. So, I will admit sometimes I overreact slightly to this when it takes place. 

But it just really rubs me the wrong way. Like I can't imagine someone going through my stuff like that without asking me. It's just disrespectful.

I assume I am going to get a lot of crap about this post, as it could come off offensive. But frankly I don't care. 

I am sick of dealing with disrespectful people. If this program didn't mean everything to me I would have given up and gone home by now. Some days I still want to do that. But I won't because I care about it far to much. 

Sometimes I just miss having the ability to go to my own room and shut the world out. I just miss having my own space.