Six months in and we've started to drive each other nuts

I wasn't going to include the following bit of my diary on this blog, but in the end it made me laugh so much reading it back I decided I had to. Its all part and parcel of travelling with someone else.

I've been trying to find a photo of either one of us looking miserable from around that time and there isn't a single one - so I chose this photo of a beautiful Buddha in Luang Prabang whose face I just could not stop staring at instead.





24th Feb 05, Chiang Mai, Thailand
I thought I had managed to get away from Tim for the evening by walking home without him, but he's back in my face after just ten minutes and he's driving me nuts. If he doesn't get off his fucking high horse I am going to knock him off.

This is not the first time that he has been totally pissed off because of my uncontrollable addiction to cigarettes. He also seems to think that it's more than a little upsetting that I use him as a punch-bag every time that I am tired, annoyed, thirsty or feeling in any way less than completely happy.

As you can see, not even my diary is sacred. I think it’s clear that I didn’t write that last paragraph. Small, incompetent, five year old child as I am, I had the Palm confiscated from me and additions added to my text. And he says I'm immature. Reading this you'll probably be thinking 'six months on the road, you just need a bit of space'. It's more than that. He could be reading a book four meters away from me, but still watching me out of the corner of his eye to check that I am not biting a nail or lighting up a cigarette or doing anything he deems not right.

It's like living with a nasty, bitter, old school teacher who despises his own faults so much that he attacks the moment he sees something similar in his pupil. He can get up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep and have a spliff. I can't. He can leave the light on to all hours. I can't. He can drop things, lose things, destroy equipment, get things wrong. I can't.

Today I insisted that we spend the day alone. I've been able to go where I want, spend as much time on the internet as I like, count out the money to pay for it myself (he doesn't trust me to do this) and I've also been able to actually finish my coffee before having to get up and leave. He's due back in half an hour. Time to take in as much oxygen as possible before my supply is cut off again.

Note: 17th May 2007
Oh dear! Its sounds awful doesn't it? The funniest thing is me writing at the time that it wasn't because we just needed a bit of space. He was being bloody annoying though.