I'll make it quick and painless.
I like hosting people for meals, I love having people crash at my place. I have spent days and days and months at other people's places, chilling and crashing for no apparent reason. Sleepovers are my idea of a great fuckin' weekend, as adults it's as close as we can get to that sense of childlike wonder.
What I am having less great of time accepting and coming to terms with is people coming to crash with me with zero-day notices, or letting me know they'll be staying with me for an indeterminate amount of time at a day or two's notice, and having multiple people staying over at the same time, or having to host people with little notice one after another. At that point it feels like I'm running a dharmashala rather than having friends over, specially when there's little assistance with housework or support of the host in any other way.
Now to get to that pile of dishes on the kitchen sink, a big portion of which I didn't generate.
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