My problem is that I panic move. After living in a squat and being homeless a couple of times the second I find out I need to leave I'm packing my things and moving someone new. I ended up living with a guy and his daughter around the corner from my previous home. In what can only be described as what happens when a single guy explodes after his partner leaves him.
Seriously, it was infested with ants, there was chicken poop everywhere and the front door was held open by a yellow shoe. No idea where this shoe came from, but it was our version of safety.
When I was living with this guy and his daughter he took me to a house party where I met Tommy. I also relapsed on cocaine, passed out on his bed and called in sick to work the next day to have mediocre sex with a guy who cut his finger open and tried to fix it with sellotape.
Have you ever been fingered by someone with their hands covered in tape? Not pleasant.
This guy and I ended up messaging for a month and hooking up again when he got back from a work trip. He eventually ended up stealing $750 from my wallet and supplying me with enough cocaine to get me back in a full-blown relapse. The latter part wasn't his fault but the first really, really was.
Unsurprisingly things with us ended and aside from a couple of times when he's come into work I haven't seen him much. We're not BFFs, we're not even friends, but I'm civil to him.
Whilst I understandably do not care for this man, I very much care for his dog. She's an XL Bully named Rosie and the canine equivalent of the blonde cheerleader who dies first in a slasher movie. Nothing is going on between those ears and I love her.
When I was involved with the guy, I met his friend Gary. When we first met, he was unconscious with an empty bag of blows stuck to his back, but we'd already chatted on Bumble beforehand. He's a nice guy, but nothing really came of our Snap-chat back-and-forth.
Obviously, this was until I got wasted at work and I messaged him for a hookup. Gary was living in a granny flat under Tommy's house at the time and he picked me up to sneak me in for sex, a movie and a really good plate of cheesy chips.
It wasn't just me he snuck in though. Knowing how much I missed Rosie, he brought her in for me to see her without Tommy knowing. She was only there for a few minutes but seeing her made me happier than I had been in a long time. He knew that I'd missed her and I couldn't have been happier to see her gorgeous face again. He didn't have to do it, there was no real reason for him to do it, but he knew that seeing her would make me happy.
I have a tendency to surround myself with shitty people because that's what I think I deserve. I forgive people way too quickly because I don't think I should be treated with kindness. That night though Garry really did treat me with kindness. He knew that seeing Rosie would make me happy and that letting me see her, or even be in his apartment, would piss his friend off. He did something selfless just for me, and it's without a doubt the kindest thing anyone has done since I arrived in Australia.
Maybe I don't always surround myself with shitty people after all.
Stay safe on the road
Jess
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