So what’s one of the most annoying things EVER that I absolutely hate about living in Brazil?? When people randomly turn up at your house without no warning whatsoever! The Mr. has a particular friend and cousin who love doing this.
First let me tell you about the friend. I like the guy, he’s a nice person, I have no problem hanging out with him and his wife.. BUT various times he pops round looking for Rod for whatever reason. Sometimes there is a warning because he actually calls before hand, though he does not say something like ‘Hey, it’s been a while, let’s arrange something! Maybe you can come round for a beer tomorrow etc…! No, it’s more like:
Friend: ‘Hey, you busy right now?’
Friend: ‘I’m coming round!’
I mean wtf! A few weeks ago he came round wanting to speak with Rod, must have been around 8 or 9pm though Rod wasn’t home. I had to answer the door looking like a freak with a mud mask on my face. I was like, have you tried to call him? Because that’s what most people do before randomly turning up at the person’s house only to find that they’re not even there! Last visit was on a Sunday night, yeah, right about the time when I want to be all grannyfied before Monday hits us again and enjoy the last moments of the weekend by engaging in lazy hubby and wifey activities such as snuggling up to watch night time films, lame Sunday TV and so on. Once again I was looking freaky in the name of beauty. Of course I don’t want to be rude so I stay in the living room with everyone as the whole gang usually comes (wife and two daughters).
Now for the cousin, the clingiest of clingers.. This guy can be SO annoying. Don’t know how his poor wife puts up with him! I can hang out with him when we go out and do stuff as he’s an alright person to socialize with but as I told the Mr. I can only take this man in SMALL doses. This is why he can be annoying as when he is in one of his clingy moods I have to experience his presence waaay to much for my liking. He also practices the habit of ‘inviting-oneself-to-other-people’s-houses’, arrghh! One of the times he did this when I was at home recovering from my wisdom teeth extraction during the day and wait for it… he returned later that evening WITH his THREE KIDS!! Take note, there is no where to hide in my house as it’s like a big studio. The living room and kitchen are one room and the next and only room is our bedroom together with the bathroom like an en suite. Coincidentally after the visitors left Rod’s friend and fam turned up also for wine and fresh cheese! It was already like half ten! We already knew they were supposed to coming that evening because the friend had said so before but we thought that they decided not to come anymore because by 10 we hadn’t heard anything.
The worst time for Mr. Clinger though was when he was lying to his wife and mother that he was going to university every night (his mother was paying for the course) and would turn up at our house on several occasions in order to kill time!!
My mum saw his clingy ways for herself while she was here and she was only here for a week! The night before she was due to return to London Rod, his brother and the clinger arrived at our house late at around half nine to 10pm. The Clinger was with Rod and my BIL because they were training him to lay wallpaper. Now any normal man wouldn’t have even had come to my house, he would have bloody gone straight home to his wife and family! But no, that’s not the best option for the Clinger. Best option is to cling around of course! My mum said, ‘Ohh, you must be tired, must be wanting to get home to have a nice bath and see your wife!’ Clinger says, ‘Nawww, she must be fast asleep by now!’ Come on! Take a hint! My mum went to bed and I stuck around because at the time everyone arrived I was wearing a dress that’s quite see through so I didn’t want to walk past. As BIL is a normal man he of course did not stick around before going home. I must have said about three or four times to Rod sleepily, ‘Let’s go to bed, let’s got to sleep..’ for Clinger to frickin take a hint!! He actually had the cheek to say, ‘You don’t need to throw me out, I’m already leaving.’ Well leave then!! Man he’s annoying!
The other day I had another double whammy! The friend AND Clinger on the same night! It was around 10pm and I had got home from work so I took Lolita for her walk as Rod hadn’t got home yet. As I was walking up the street a motorbike was coming my way, it was approaching me so I was thinking ‘wtf??’ Then I came to learn it was the friend coming over to ours wanting to ask Rod about some motorbike thing and again, I was like, did you try to PHONE FIRST?? Yeah, thought not! He asked me ask Rod to call him after he got home so he could drop by again later… don’t think so! So continuing with Lolita’s walk, about 10 mins into the walk I saw the Clinger’s car drive by with Rod in the passenger’s seat. ‘Hmm okay, Clinger’s dropping off Rod (don’t know why as our borough is in the complete and total opposite direction to his but that’s Clinger for you!) so I’m going to wait a bit before I go home so I don’t have to get there before he’s left.’ I thought, though some time later the Mr. came looking for me, yes Clinger was STILL at our house. I went mad trying to explain to Rod that he needed to understand that I’m not used to this kind of behaviour, that I wasn’t raised that way etc… But this sh** is normal here so he finds it hard to be completely sympathetic to my views on the subject. Being half Brazilian I’ve always been aware of this kind of stuff but was not raised to embrace it because it is something in the Brazilian culture that really gets on my mum’s, nan’s and aunt’s nerves too, understandably! I will never embrace it! Sure we do this stuff when we’re kids, teenagers, young adults with your best/really close friends.. but not after they’re married/settled! You respect the fact that their house is not just their house, that it’s their house AND their partner’s house! My best friend lives with her bf and I would just not feel right about turning up at her house randomly, I mean what if she and the Mr. are busy?? What if they don’t want to have a visitor round at that moment? Maybe she would be okay with it but maybe her bf doesn’t want some random visit from his gf’s friend! Even if she were living on her own, what if she was taking some time to do naked meditation or something? The last thing you would want would be anyone interrupting you!
‘Why doesn’t Rod say anything??’ you may ask, well he’s such a goody goody (which is of course one of the qualities which made me fall for him) that he worries he may cause offense if he were to say something. I’m like, you don’t have to be explicitly direct about things! It’s called being indirect, telling white lies etc..!! Anyway, not going to go further into that or else this essay will get even longer! But to round things off, all the above is one of the main points which really get to me about living here, GRRR! Of course there are things that I lurrrrve but I’ll leave that for another post ;]