Luckily a friend of mine from CouchSurfing allowed me to stay at his place for a few days for free, and then I had to pay rent (because him and his friends left for a road trip). I ended up paying the same rent as I did at my old place, but this time I had a whole flat to my self. Awesome! Or, not really. I felt really alone. Really really alone. The past 20 months I've been surrounded by people all the time. And living all alone was weird, really weird. Quiet too, I now see how my mom says it got really quiet when my brother and I moved out.
Also, I did something I've never done before. Betrayed someones trust in me. As some of you know, I have some pretty high moral and ethical values. And trust for me is something I don't take lightly. Trust is something that builds up, and shouldn't be toyed with. I feel I am a pretty trust worthy person, as are my close friends. We have a certain trust between as us, as do you, my readers, have a certain trust between your family members and friends. And so I thought I had a certain trust with my ex-flatmate. Who was also just about my best friend here in Australia. This is the same guy that gave me the paintball gun.
When I left the flat, I took everything that I wanted to take, and told him I planned to take the gun with me to Sweden. He thought I should too, it would be stupid not to. However, we left on bad terms, but not "I'll see you in hell" terms. More like, as I felt, I'll see you when I can be bothered to talk to you later. I left the gun at his place, thinking it would be a good way to meet up and then just talk and slowly rebuild our friendship. Nah, bugger that. He refused to give me my gun to me - this is now theft. Saying I didn't deserve it, saying I didn't have the heart of an X-Fighter (paintball team we played for). Fair enough. However, the paintball team has nothing to do with this argument. He gave me the gun under no conditions, no strings attached etc (unless it was in the fine print of speech, which I remember there not being). And now he refused to give me the gun, he had pretty much set this in stone. He sent me this text, "Chris im not stealing anything from you. Our friendship has been over for you the second i dropped you off. The only reason You contacted me was because you wanted the gun"
Yes, I did want the gun, because it was mine. And the fact that he was willing to throw out our friendship like that over this stupid gun, was beyond retarded. I was actually contemplating getting the gun and leaving it all at that, but I also felt that we had been through too much to just be a dick and do that would be beyond stupid. Friendships are always worth more than materialistic things.
However, looking back on what he's said and done, I couldn't take it anymore. So, I took my revenge. I really thought this through, and here was what I thought (I even called a friend in Denmark to talk about this).
a) Sit down and talk to him and try to resolve the situation. Could work, but I couldn't be f&*ked to when he can be so childish.
b) Threaten him with the information I have on him. Could also work, but also would give him prep time to come up with excuses or stories to cover up his tracks.
c) Just tell the truth to the people who probably need to know. I would most likely gain nothing from this, it would be a big gamble as to the final outcome. But the truth would be told, and he would be caught off guard.
I chose c). Why? Because it's the most evil option and something he wouldn't expect.
I told his girlfriend what a great boyfriend he was as to how many times that he's cheated on her, and how many time he plans to cheat on her (even when!). Mind you, he likes to gloat about everything he's done behind her back, so any stranger can find out about it.
Did I do the right thing? I seriously doubt it, but I was tired of his sh*t, and I wanted some pay back for him stealing from me.
She started to shake and cry, and said that she had a gut feeling all along about this whole ordeal. I don't know what happened. He probably sweet talked her into believing his lies, and she probably believed him. I don't know, and I don't care.
Here's the real shit thing though (Did I think about this? Oh yes I did). I work with her at one of my pizza jobs. We'll see how it all plays out.
So, here's a summary of the outcome of my actions:
- I lost a gun, friendship(s), and a job oppurtunity.
- I gained the clear conscienous of telling someone the truth about someone they would walk over hot coals for.
Later that night I felt like real sh*t. I felt hollow, I felt like there was nothing worth living for, and pretty close to how when Ms. D had dumped me in Melbourne. I felt like absolute scum.
I get back home and end up falling asleep in front of the TV and feel a bit better. The next day, it was as if nothing had ever happened. What does that say about me? Is that normal to "recover" so quickly over that? Maybe it means I didn't value him as much as I originally thought. I don't know.
One thing I do know though, is that I can't wait to get back home and see my friends and family again. See some people I don't have to think twice about.
I'll see you guys in a bit.
Other highlights are:
- I have reached my economical goal.
- Lost some weight.
- Found 30 dollars on the ground.
- Met my friend from Tasmania.
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