This is a whining thread. →[More:]The Boyfriend and I found the most beautiful apartment in the world, but in a rather odd living situation -- basically just the top floor of a brownstone, and we would have no private entrance.

In spite of the fact that it was a little unusual, we put in an application. After going through a ridiculous amount of scrutiny without even having met the potential landlords, we are basically being told we'll probably being rejected. And the thing is ... even if the landlords changed their minds at this point, we wouldn't want to live with people who had insinuated we were bad people without having met us.

So we're rescinding our application and starting over from scratch.

I HATE APARTMENT-HUNTING. It's like, you reveal all this information about yourself, and then people tell you to fuck off, and they seem to infer all sorts of things about you based on your financials and your employment status and ... I don't know.

If all of life boiled down to financial information and statistics, I would be a very bad person indeed.

The whole thing makes me feel naked and violated and vulnerable and fucking powerless. Why would I want to live in the top story of some dude's house anyway??? With no privacy? Like that's a good situation for anyone.

Except if you had seen this apartment you would understand, because it's so beautiful I almost wept when I saw it. And now I have to come back down to earth and realize that I am poor not-even-white trash, and I should go live in Bushwick or Canarsie or maybe underneath a highway somewhere. And eat things out of people's wastebins. Because obviously if you are not rich and well-employed, you are nothing and no one and undeserving of anything at all, and untrustworthy, and likely to steal things or be disrespectful or do a lot of drugs or get pregnant out of wedlock or pick your teeth in public.

::cries::

Okay, your turn. You whine. It will make me feel better to know I'm not the only person whose life is in fucking tatters.