Today, I made a playlist on Spotify titled “himom” while blasting Christmas songs to annoy the living shit out of my roommate. That’s where i’m at in life.
I know I’ve complained about my roommates before, but let’s just say it hasn’t gotten one bit better. My boyfriend is my neighbor, as we have established, and he’s a wonderful person. One of my roommates, however, does not like that. She does not like him one bit and I’m not sure if it’s the fact that they’re around the same age and her boyfriend doesn’t come over here all the time or what. (Note: her boyfriend doesn’t come over here because he’s still in high school…) It’s been an ongoing battle to attempt to be civil with this human being, if I can even call her that.
I feel that as a human being, you have the responsibility to pick up after yourself. We learn this so young that I don’t understand why someone would just magically forget. At the daycare I work at, the little tottlings (they are 2 and 3) sing “clean up, clean up” without any of our starting. My room at my parents house can look absolutely ridiculously messy, but I would never let a common area of my house that I share with other people that are not my family with. This person, however, does not know how to human.
Things that are “acceptable” in my roommate’s book of “life”:
Taking out the trash twice. Ever.
Leaving food in the fridge for months to where it starts growing.
Using other people’s bathrooms, but never letting anyone use hers. (Her bathroom is what is supposed to, in our house, be a public bathroom. It has a hallway door as well as a bedroom door and is in the common areas of the house. AKA: semi-public bathroom.)
Freeloading off of others’ goods.
Leaving every light on in every room that they have stepped in, regardless if they are in it currently or not.
Texting, calling, pounding on the door at 2:45 AM to let them in the house because they forgot their keys and are (illegally) drunk. Then proceeds to complain and bitch that they’ll “sleep somewhere else” since we didn’t answer her.
Complaining that there are no goods (such as trash bags, paper towels) but not ever buying a thing that people (publicly) use.
Complaining that “there isn’t enough room” in the pantry for their stuff, even though they don’t buy things to put in said pantry.
Complaining about how dirty said room is, but not doing a thing to care about it.
Turning up the heat or the A/C down without consideration for other roommates. (Heat rises and cold air falls, as we’ve learned from science. Said person is the only one that has a basement bedroom, so it naturally gets colder when the A/C is on and cooler in the winter, too, since the heat is going upstairs. Said person will turn the A/C warmer and the heat warmer as well since they are “cold.” Meanwhile, I’m burning my ass off upstairs with the fan on and window open. In the middle of the winter.)
Putting glass jars of used food (sauces, etc) in the dishwasher without washing paper labels off first. Thus putting paper all over other dishes in dishwasher. Then complains about how no one unloaded the dishwasher.
Putting plastic forks/spoons/knives in the dishwasher.
If you’re this kind of person, consider changing yourself. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing to be this kind of person, maybe if you live with your parents. Your parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, so they probably wouldn’t get as mad at you versus some random person you moved in with. I’m pretty sure they’ll all care about it, but not want to say anything due to fear of what saying something will do to said persons mental health. These things, in my opinion, are common known things that people should figure out in life and then stop doing. Not keep doing it.
*sips tea* but that’s none of my business.
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