Bedbugs R Us – Rant

I only have one “friend” locally in town and she is dumber than fuck. She has an unbelievable bedbug infestation – so bad that they are living in her oven. If you know anything about bedbugs, you know that they like to live near their prey (and she doesn’t stay long by the oven) and they don’t live inside metal structures (generally) unless there are so goddamn many of them that they run out of other places to live in the house. This is my friend’s situation. I call her dumb because she refuses to admit she has them and refuses to take any steps to stop spreading them.  She has been fired from 2 jobs because she brought them into work. Both companies tried to work with her to get them exterminated, but she didn’t follow the exterminator’s directions, so of course it did not work.  They got rid of her because they did not want them to be brought into work (go figure!) Her attitude was awful… she thought her co-workers and the companies both deserved it.

Anyhow, I am not judging her for having bugs since anyone can get them, but I am upset because she asks me at least once a week if we can get together, which means she wants to come over or have me come to her  house. I have explained probably over 50 times that I am SEVERELY allergic to bed bug bites. I was bitten once on my face near my ear and I lost partial vision in the eye closest to the bite and lost partial hearing in that ear for two days. I also have told her that when she came to my house two years ago, she brought the fuckers with her. I spent 4 months and a shitload of money getting rid of them. Worse, it caused a hell of a lot of anxiety and sleepless nights, which really damaged my health. Naturally, I did not know she had bugs when she came over or she would have never set foot on my property. She later admitted she knew she had them when she visited me.

It pisses me off that she expects me to be in the same denial she is in, and that she is too fucking stupid or lazy or whatever to listen to what I’m telling her I NEED to do to protect myself. It also pisses me off that she doesn’t give a flying fuck who she passes her problem to – including her family and friends. I’d rather run myself slowly through a gas powered wood chipper – feet first – than ever let her in my physical space again. If she didn’t give a flying fuck when she gave them to me the first time and doesn’t give a fuck who she gives them to now, she never will give a fuck.

To make shit worse, she is never there for me. She calls me and talks and talks on and on about her life, but the minute I try to talk to her about ANYTHING in my life, she has to get off the phone. I can’t talk to her about anything – not even what I had for lunch – let alone my suicidal feelings.

It hurts not to have friends, but better none than that.