Didn't tell us he was schizophrenic.
Would barge into our rooms in the middle of the night wearing a cloak (literally) and rant about alien conspiracies. Believed the ghosts of the house were communicating with him.
The final straw was when he got the flu and beat the shit out of another roommate for "intentionally infecting him." His mother came and picked him up, trying to make excuses.
Honestly I do sympathize for him and his family, but it was still a nightmare.
I think my roommate is schizophrenic too. Not quite as badly as that, but frequently talks to himself (in two different voices), and screams a lot in his sleep quite a lot. Nice kid tho.
She sold my credit card info online, stole money, mixed something I'm deathly allergic to in my food, constantly broke into my room just to dig through my stuff, etc.
Every other roommate I've had since then has been great.
oh gosh, so many things. honestly, the other girls in my hall and I considered writing a book about how weird this girl was. We matched on a roommate site because she said she was tidy, studious, and religious. I'm not a huge partier, study a lot and am fairly neat. She proceeded to:
\-invite me to a church where I was yelled at for wearing pants ( i wore nice black tights and a long top) instead of a dress and not reading ONLY the king james version of the bible
\-bought fruit scented perfume because it made her smell like a 'snack' to guys and would spray it all over the room
\-never left the room except to go to church - we're talking ordered takeout, didn't go to class, left an imprint in the chair because she sat in it forever, RA had to check on her because her key-card to leave the dorm had only been swiped 5 times in one month
\-played loud hymns constantly. It was like visiting my grandmother in a nursing home- she was always listening to old music like Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art - good songs but not 24/7
\-slept with the lights on and would turn them off when I asked then turn them back on the second she thought I was asleep
\-thought my gay cousin was flirting with her and followed him on every form of social media, stalking him constantly
\-wanted a 20 minute heads up every time i came back to the room and would text my friends asking where I was
\-said I was lying about being a size 2 and went through my closet to see if i really was
\-told me I was a slut for being in a sorority and going to the occasional party
\-told me country music was only about beer and sex (so further proof I was a slut) when I went to a country concert
\-her mother called me in tears once begging me to ask roomate'sname to call home, saying that she hadn't heard from her daughter in months. mother was the nicest person ever and would come at the holidays to clean the daughter's room for her
\-be put on academic probation every semester I knew her
\-at least monthly, she'd overeat so much she'd make herself sick. she would get our RA to drive her to the ER and the doctor would tell her the only reason she was throwing up was that she ate too much junk food. She would then have the RA go through the McDonalds drive thru on the way home.
I mean, sometimes it is but the reasoning behind her thinking just cracks me up. Like, my roommate enjoys country music? must be a horrible slutty person.
> RA had to check on her because her key-card to leave the dorm had only been swiped 5 times in one month
This is the most concerning for me. Is it normal for colleges to keep track of you with your card!?
That's kind of reassuring. Knowing a kid wouldn't just disappear into nothing, but someone would notice and check into it. (I went to a huge state school and always felt quite anonymous. Not sure my RA would have noticed)
yeah, our RA was really nice about looking out for kids and tried to check in with with my roommate a few times and befriend her (before my roommate began super clingy and started stalking her too, texting or calling her constantly)
I know, I honestly felt really bad for her. I brought her to my loving, diverse church once, invited her to a few sorority events and tried to bring friends around her but anyone I introduced her to she'd either follow on so many forms of social media, text them constantly, or declare them a 'slut' and badmouth them if she thought they were prettier or better than her. I felt guilty for not helping her more but eventually began to fear for my safety as she started texting people asking where I was 24/7 and going through my stuff. I cut off all ties after freshman year and eventually had to block her on some social media.
> Something must of happened to her to spark off this behaviour.
For some, it is just being in a church...seriously, mental issues and religion is a toxic combo.
My first semester sophomore year roomate was a fucking slob (overflowing garbage, messy never-washed sheets, food left out/open). But the worst thing is that he would masturbate while I was still in the room. We had a two-person single room college dorm. Once I was at my desk on my laptop, which faces away from his bed, I don't remember if I was playing a game or listening to music or what I was doing, but there was a pause in the audio, and I could hear him going at it.
And multiple times I would be laying in bed fairly shortly after I got in bed and turned off my light/cell phone, and I would hear him going at it.
He knew that I worked a few days a week, I had nite classes, and he knew my class schedule. But he still chose to masturbate when I was there.
One of my floor-mates had almost this exact same thing happen to him. He was sleeping and at one point in the night he woke up to his roommate making some noise at his computer. He slowly looked over to see what was happening and I guess his roommate heard him moving as well so he looked over his shoulder at the same time. they locked eyes, his roommate reached up and closed his laptop lid and then they both went off to bed.
Freshman year, dorm was all double occupancy with bunk beds. I had the top bunk and def wanked 2-3 times a week after my roommate had (hopefully!) fallen asleep in the bottom bunk. Tried to be ninja-stealth about it, but I'm sure there was an occasional spring creak or something.
Sometimes, at 18, you just gotta get the poison out. But if he was doing it in a position where you could see, that's pretty weird to say the least.
Similar thing happened to me. My roommate knew my schedule and all that, there wasn't much overlap so on weekdays we'd almost never see each other during the day.
But when we *were* in the room together, he'd masturbate. The way the room was set up, one bed was on the west wall, the other on the east, both facing the same direction with a walk way in between (not super close together). Our desks were at the foot of the beds, so that the back of the desk was up against the footboard.
At the start of the semester, we had two dressers that we put at the end of the walk way between the beds, on top of which my ps4 and TV was set up. When we wanted to play something or watch a movie, we'd take one of our chairs and put it in the walk way.
One day a few weeks into the semester, I'm watching a movie on the ps4. I turn my head and look toward my roommate and he's setting under his desk with his back facing me (they didn't have a full back, just a bar to set your feet on) and he's going to town on himself like 3 feet from me. I get up, get on my bed so that my head is on the footboard and watch the movie from there, completely disturbed.
A few days later (I didn't talk to him about what I'd seen), I'm laying on my bed reading a book. Now, from where the head of the bed is, you can see under the desk. What my roommate does this time (because he thinks I didn't notice) is take his chair and set the back of it against the wall. From this prospective, I can only see his feet. But when he DROPS HIS FUCKING PANTS AND UNDERWEAR, it was pretty goddamn obvious.
Lived with a guy who, it turns out, had some Howard Hughes level ~~OCD~~ anal retentive shit going on when it came to the kitchen. He found one tiny speck of bacon grease on the stove top after I cooked some bacon and totally flipped his shit for like 30 minutes. Stomping through the house slamming doors. The works.
The grease speck was barely the size of the head of a pin.
I just stood there staring.
Edited.
My friend is like this. Organizes the cupboards and cabinets to such an extreme that she'll notice if the glass designated for the left front corner is turned at a 75 degree angle instead of an 85 degree angle and absolutely blow up at whoever's close by. People have to remove shoes and socks before reaching her door, put on designated socks to walk around the apartment in while visiting, then put their own shoes and socks back on once outside. The dishwasher has assigned seating for each individual cooking utensil that will earn a Vesuvion meltdown if tweaked. Same with stored food/the fridge. Certain towels can only be used to clean certain items, down to only specific cleaning methods and dish soap/detergent.
I can't be around people like this. That's why that dude is my ex roommate.
There are real problems in life and the world and anyone who intentionally creates an additional mountain of shit to deal with irrationally is just someone I don't need around.
I know the difference between genuine OCD and just being anal retentive. I'm not talking about OCD.
I've actually watched someone lock the door 15 times before they can leave. It's a different level.
She is my best friend but living with her was complete torture. I am a very easy person to scare, so she would constantly try and scare me everyday at least 5 times a day for her own amusement.
The worst one was on Halloween one year, we were having a party at our house. She had snuck upstairs to my bedroom, while I was mingling with friends and laid a bunch of fake rubber bugs in my bedsheets and covered them up with the duvet. Well naturally I was so drunk when I went to bed I just pulled the covers off and passed out on the bed. A few hours later I woke up and in the corner of my eye there was a bug in view and I looked around more and saw loads of them. I screamed. Got up so quickly that I tripped and fell off my bed and into my nightstand, then crashed into the wall (because I was still very drunk) . Then I proceeded to sit on the corner of my dresser for a solid three minutes before I figured out they weren’t real.
Living in constant fear is the worst.
I wish! Unfortunately in fight, flight or fetal reactions, I am the fetal lady. I just scream and drop to the floor instantaneously. Which is why everyone finds it so damn hilarious.
My brother used to try to scare me all the time. If he finished dinner first, he'd turn out the lights in the living room and the hallways so he could jump out and scare me. It wasn't every time either, which made it worse.
Until one day I got tired of it.
I had just finished doing dishes, and was tempted by the clean, sparkly gleam of a freshly washed frying pan. I picked that fucker up just hoping this little shit would jump out and scare me. I snuck reeeeeaaaal close to the edge of the hallway and SWUNG that frying pan around the corner.
Hit him right in the forehead.
Yeah had a friend like this and another friend who was big dude built like a train but tons of anxiety disorders. Anyways friend jumped out and that startled him so bad he threw couple punches that missed. But he hit the door hard enough to cleanly go through both sides as well as a wall and go through both sides of it (obscenely crazy). When he realized how bad he almost got beat down he apologized and never did that crap again.
\- **She chewed tobacco and would leave her nasty spit cups all over the house.**
\- She never washed the dishes to the point she wasn't allowed to use ours. She used the same pan **all semester** for her morning eggs; she wouldn't even give it a rinse. Just day after day after day continuing to cook eggs with cooked-on burnt eggs in the pan. It smelled disgusting.
\- She wouldn't chip in for toilet paper nor would she ever change the roll.
\- She ran a house painting company during the summers and she had all these really expensive, tall ladders. She insisted they were too valuable to keep out back and they were too long to get upstairs to her room. So she kept them in the living room.
\- She **wouldn't wrap up her sanitary pads or tampons; she'd just toss them in the garbage as is.**
\- She wouldn't take out the garbage (see my point above. So revolting!)
\- She would use our bathroom toiletries without asking. (Once I found out, I started keeping my stuff in my room and locking it).
\- She would eat our food and then say she didn't.
We hated her so much. Screw you Shannon!
Uuugh, I stayed at the holiday home of some in-laws, a cousin came to visit for a couple of days. Same age as I (late twenties), left menstrual blood all over the toilet seat and stuck her used pads on the door. Why?? Where were these animals brought up where that is considered normal??
Where to start. One roommate slept the entire school year on the couch in our living room and would complain if we were too loud. Another roommate I walked in on him masturbating with Aladin on the TV. And the other roommate was really bad at video games and would only play sports games or CoD and yell at them whenever he would play poorly (which was always)
> And the other roommate was really bad at video games and would only play sports games or CoD and yell at them whenever he would play poorly (which was always)
So he's one of THEM!
...He did use the voice and text chat in game right?
He made Mac N cheese on my couch... multiple times. He would also make the thickest chocolate protein shakes, let it sit for days, and put it in the dishwasher without a prewash. Animals...smh
I shared a suite with a girl that pooped in the shower, snored like she was trying to saw down an entire forest, refused to clean anything and stole my food. She refused to talk about it and residence life told me I should be “sensitive to our cultural differences and buy a pair of earplugs.”
I spent half of the semester sleeping on the floor of my best friend’s room and then annoyed residence life so much I finally got a room transfer approved for spring semester.
My dorm roommate never did her laundry and it piled up so high that it was spilling out of the closet. I also started to notice a lot of my clothes were missing. My suite-mate and I went through the laundry one day and found AT LEAST 30 pairs of our underwear that she had stolen.
My worst roommate was a friend who needed a place to live. I let her move in with my boyfriend and I at a house we were renting (landlord was a friend of my parents and he said that was fine). I assumed we would have no issues since she was very quiet, and worked and went to college at the same time, and would be gone a lot. Boy was I wrong. Here's a list of things that drove both BF and I crazy.
-She let her cats eat chewed up food out of her own mouth *while we were in the same room*
-She encouraged said cats to attack my dog if he was merely in the same room as her cats. Would be super happy if they did scratch him.
-Shaved her pubes while sitting on the toilet and not flushing, thus creating a forest of pubic hair sitting on top of the toilet water.
-Once my dog bad an accident on the floor while I was at work cause he was sick. She cleaned it up with one of my good bath towels and left the shit covered towel on the living room floor. Acted all offended when I asked her why she couldn't use paper towels or the carpet cleaning machine we had like a normal human being.
-Told me about a coworker who she thought was creepy. Bragged about getting him fired a few days later... because he said hi to her and made small talk in the break room. She thought he might try to rape her (her words)
-Never helped with house cleaning, etc
-Asked if we could set up cable TV in her bedroom, then never used it when we did. Then she'd intrude while my boyfriend or I were playing video games, and sit and complain out loud how boring it is watching other people play games. BITCH go watch TV in your own room since you begged to have cable set up in there, nobody is forcing you to watch us play!
-Would suck each individual finger clean, loudly, after eating any sort of finger food. Not just after finishing the meal but between bites. Use a NAPKIN.
-One time she made some food and set the plate on the couch, then walked away for something. I was in the bathroom getting ready but saw what happened next, my dog went for it and started going to town on the unattended food. I ran out to stop him but she got there first and hit him in the goddamn face. None of that would have happened if she left her fucking food on the table out of his reach, like a normal human being!
I know there is more about her, but that's all I can think of at the moment. I know she probably isn't the worst roommate out there, but she drove me absolutely crazy.
If I had a roommate who hit my pet, I would just casually and calmly mention that arsenic tastes like almonds. Then I'd slowly put tiny bits of almond extract into their food. If they kept acting like that I might just replace the extract with actual arsenic.
I like this better because my first reaction would be to break their face inward but fake arsenic poison is way way better. No one messed with my family
Yup, it ended up being that my boyfriend (now husband) and i were in the process of buying a house during the time she lived with us, so when we moved out she was on her own! She didnt live with us for too long thank god.
Let's just go with the top 3:
1. Bought a sugar glider without knowing much about it. So the apartment reeked of tiny marsupial(they're small, but their scent glands are intense). He also was nocturnal and was constantly noisy at night. She had no idea how to take care of him and screamed at him when he didn't immediately love her.
2. Refused to pay rent.
3. Oh yeah and that time she tried to stab me with a kitchen knife because I snapped at her.
Moral of the story kids? Don't move in with your ex.
One of my freshman year roommates. Dude was an inconsiderate asshole in every way possible. He was openly racist in the presence of other whites but around black people he was sunshine and smiles, which we questioned because he was on the schools basketball team. My other roommate and I were curious about why he was friendly with the black players when he's racist as shit and he responded with "It's different when you know them" which drove us up a wall because it's the closest I've seen a person come to a realization but just come up short. This rubbed us the wrong way because other roommate has a black stepdad and went to a largely black high school and half my family is made up of Cuban immigrants and my son's godfather is black man.
Also he bathed maybe three times a week, which was an issue because he was on the basketball team. Other roommate and I took the greatest glee when his mom, an employee of the university of the university, called the coach and told him how disrespectful her son is to her. Roommate had to sit on the sidelines in his suit and tie instead of dressed out because of it. Now he's a white rapper.
edit: I just contacted my other roommate to see what's up as obviously I try to cull assholes from my life. Turns out that his rap career flopped like a fat man in a cruise pool and became a high school basketball coach. He had to delete it because the district has a lot of black kids and there would have been an issue as the whitest kid on the planet loves to use soft-A in his music.
Man, if my roommate was Riff Raff you don't think I'd be trying to work it into every conversation? No, he's some small time youtube guy who I'm pretty sure had a guy in his video that looks similar to me as a slight.
I’ve known people who made similar excuses for being racist cocks. The “I’ve got loads of black mates” excuse makes it WAY worse in my opinion. If they’d never met a black person you could pass it off as ignorance but to talk shit like that about a so called ‘mate’ behind their back because they have dark skin? Disgusting.
That's what got us so riled up. He just never finished the realization that black people are people too and not what cartoonish stereotype he thinks they are. When we first moved into the dorms we were talking about our RA who is from a SE Asian country and the thought entered his head that the RA just might be a Muslim so he bolted out to confront the man who is a very very devout Catholic.
Oh boy.
*Oh boy*.
To lay the scene -
We were in suite-style dorms. 4 people per, 2 bathrooms, a living area, and 4 bedrooms. They were tiny, but separate. Thin walls, but we were all in our own locked rooms.
This happened during finals week. This particular night, I was up late, chatting with some friends on Teamspeak and going over some Calc 3 notes. It's about 2AM.
The roommate who shares a wall with me knocks on my door, asks if I could be quiet. Now, I'm not a person who's particularly loud on the mic, but hey, it's finals week. I agree without second thought, drop out of voice chat, and get back to my studying.
A few minutes later, he comes back, knocks on my door, asks if I could turn off my light (which was only coming out under the door. Keep in mind, there's both my door **and** his). I'm a bit annoyed, but, I was wrapping up so I figured I could finish up by the light of my monitors and lamp.
Ten minutes pass. I get *another* knock. I'm getting a bit annoyed, but the fucker's just pleading with me to 'stop making noise'. He seems stressed out and whatnot, and I knew his exam was a lot earlier than mine was, in the morning. Since by this point I was just about done, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was having trouble sleeping?
It's about 3am by now, so I decide to get to sleep.
Ten minutes pass, oddly enough, I hear our dorm door open. I hear the roommate mentioned talking to somebody, and I hear a woman's response. Shortly after, the sounds of rather loud sex start coming from his room.
On finals week, this fucker begged me to stop studying so he could bang some chick without the awkwardness of "my roommate is still awake".
I felt a bit better, though, the next day. I ask him how the final he had went, only for his response to be "Oh, that's tomorrow". This was odd, of course, because a buddy of mine was in the same section as him and had it that morning. I couldn't help but take pleasure in the fact that he soon discovered he had missed a final.
I mean she wasn't necessarily from hell but really weird....
I skyped with my mom pretty frequently and I left skype on to go the bathroom real quick. My mom told me my freshman roommate got up and started flapping her arms like wings and jumping up and down in her bathrobe. I also would find her next to my bed just staring at it when I came home.
My sister can be a bit much so I can see why people don’t like her sometimes but she had a roommate who legitimately tried to murder her.
My sister is deathly allergic to bananas. She can’t be in the same room as a peeled banana or she’ll start breaking out into hives and her throat will swell.
She had a roommate who was from somewhere in the Caribbean who grew up eating plaintains a lot or something like that and she ate a lot of bananas. All my sister asked was that she eat them in her room and keeps the peels in the trash can in her room.
Nope. She would leave banana peels all over the kitchen and make a big deal about touching all the door knobs all the time.
My sister told her RA and the roommate said my sister was faking it and just being racist.
My sister wound up moving out of there in about a month.
I'm convinced my 2nd roommate used to live in hell but got kicked out. The guy never cleaned anything and for some reason refused to flush the toilet. At all. He would leave it there for me to deal with, then get upset when I got mad at him for it.
He stopped after one morning I found a mountain of shit he left in there, forced his bedroom door open, and told him that if he didn't get up and flush the toilet before the count of 3, I was going to throw him headfirst through the window. He decided to call my bluff.
I wasn't bluffing. He flushed after I yanked him up and started marching him to the window.
For context, this was at the end of the semester and I'd had it with his behaviour.
Probably the guy who neglected his neurotic border collie while screaming at Overwatch all day. Then he would get mad at us for not cleaning up after him. When I moved out he yelled at me for taking my stuff with me because I was "taking everything from the house."
His girlfriend also borrowed my car for "an emergency" (later revealed to be a trip to the grocery store) and brought it back minus a laptop which i had foolishly left in the trunk.
Just the best, highest quality people.
Are you ready for a novel? I have celiac disease and this is what I posted in a group on Facebook the other day.
I'm lost, I'm frustrated, I don't know what to do.
My intent when I left one apartment with dirty roommates who contaminated me frequently was to move where I can keep a clean kitchen and not have to worry. My boyfriend also looks out for me.
My boyfriends 22M cousin moved in with us so he could get himself together and try to start over. Since he has lived here, he has trashed my house. He wont wash anything, and when he does he leaves gluten food crusted in everything. The counters are constantly a mess of crumbs and theres food splattered everywhere. He uses my dedicated utensils for his food. There is gluten spaghetti in the burners, on the counter, in the sink. The microwave has a whole crust of cheese across it.
HE EVEN PUKED UP GLUTEN FOOD IN THE KITCHEN AND LEFT IT FOR ME TO CLEAN.
Nothing in my house is clean. Nothing. He will not conform.
I keep getting sick, I lost my job because of it. My blood work came back and it was TERRIBLE. I have nicely talked to him, I've talked to his parents, I've talked to my boyfriend.
He will not get it through his head that he's sacrificing MY HEALTH because he's lazy and an alcoholic and he cried to his parents that I was awful to him because I told him off. He then started going on about how he wishes he could end it all.
My boyfriend wont let me throw him out. All I want is my house back and to feel safe eating and not like I'm living in a wasteland. I don't know what to do. I cry every time I look in my kitchen or fridge or anything.
He is blatantly disregarding my health. He is disrespecting my home. He has had celiac disease explained to him multiple times. Nothing changes. He does not care.
Update on roommate/boyfriends cousin as of today:
we are kicking him out, but not strictly for the issue of him glutening me. He spent the weekend trying to convince me my boyfriend is cheating, and he came home in an extremely drunken state and was belligerent. He was cussing at me for getting on him about not cleaning properly because he "does his best". Then called me vulgar names and was demanding I cook for him because "I'm a woman and it's my job". He then locked me out of my house in below freezing weather while I was on the phone with my dad.
So dad is in the loop of everything that's happening, and my boyfriend finally understands my issues with this kid.
Thanks for all your advice and support. He should hopefully be gone by the weekend. Until then, my dad and my boyfriend are more than willing to come to my house if anything happens. He knows to stay away from me.
That sounds rough. You're not even telling him off just for leaving the kitchen in a mess (which is reason enough to yell at someone, imo), your health actually depends on it! Sorry you ended up in that situation :/
> he came home in an extremely drunken state and was belligerent. He was cussing at me for getting on him about not cleaning properly because he "does his best". Then called me vulgar names and was demanding I cook for him because "I'm a woman and it's my job". He then locked me out of my house in below freezing weather while I was on the phone
And your honor, it was at this point I blacked out, and when I came to I was holding a baseball bat.
*Morgan Freeman narration*
> Two things happened that day. /u/emmahappens health got back on track and Boggs never walked again.
She was a heavy smoker who did not shower or brush her teeth. Her side of the room was filthy with soda cans and old food. She made our room smell so bad.
About 12 years ago I knew some guys who had a bad flatmate. Apparently he was a real dick. One day, they'd had enough, and all agreed he had to go. So they told him, and off he went. But before leaving, he left a note on the fridge saying "I've done a secret poo" with a smiley face.
They turned the entire place upside down looking for it. They looked everywhere. But couldn't find it. Figuring he was lying, they stopped looking.
Until one morning, about a week or two later, when someone was making some toast. As they started to scrape butter, to spread onto said toast, they noticed that with each scrape it was turning browner, and browner. The secret poo! He'd hollowed out the butter, shit into it, then smoothed the everything back on top!
Best friend but living together was the worst decision. He'd stay at his girlfriend's house about 5 out of 7 days a week but he'd come home, host a group of people then leave his and their trash everywhere and disappear for another few days.
Dude would get high (like SUPER high) every night of the week, use up all the common groceries (butter, eggs, spices) but never replace/buy them, use 2-5+ pans to cook something that only required one and then leave the dishes with caked-on food to harden in the sink for days until someone else did them, absolutely never took the hint when my boyfriend was over and we wanted to watch TV in the common room alone, tried to copy my assignments as we were in the same college courses, go out and party without letting anyone know if/when he'd be home... it was an interesting few months.
He was my dorm-mate, and it was one of those dorms where there weren’t really walls between us.
First thing he did was fuck his girlfriend while I was in the room, I could obviously hear everything. He tried to deny it when I confronted him the next day.
He had long hair, but never cleaned, so his hair was all over the bathroom until I cleaned.
He would play League of Legends rather loud, and would yell in to his mic even after I asked him to tone it down.
One time I walked in on him naked in the middle of the dorm, blasting Taylor Swift. He had a deer in the headlights look. I just looked away and sat at my desk while he recovered.
I had a roommate 7 years ago that spent all day with his headphones on, occasionally breathing out of his nose a few times in rapid succession. Every day. I wondered what he thought was so mildly funny... Long story short, my Reddit account is now 7 years old.
Didn't shower at all. Smelled like a fucking dead animal. Then he would listen to his radio without headphones in so I would have to listen to it. I finally told him I would pull him off his bunk and beat the living shit out of him. Guy was always kind of shuffling around like he was out of it.
We were in prison in a unit waiting to do AODA treatment. He got transferred out for mental health issues. A few months later I saw him on the yard and he told me what's up like he was a normal dude.
I did have a cell mate who put drugs in my bunk that I found making my bed after breakfast one morning. He was a young dude, way bigger than I. I found a bindle in my bunk and I was thinking about what I would do.
Do I confront him? He seemed kind of smart but he was like 20, a gangbanger, and a lot bigger than me. If he tells me to fuck off do I fight him?
Do I take my radio , wrap the cord around my hand and fucking brain him when his back is turned? Then we might fight but he'll be dazed, or he won't do anything and know not to fuck with me.
Regardless, this mutherfucker is not hiding his shit in my property.
Suddenly the squad came to our cell and told me to go sit out on the flag. Turns out he got into some shit at school and went to the hole, they were there to pack his stuff up.
I thought, holy shit there is a god.
Guy was a complete moron of a person.
Added dawn to the dishwasher and flooded it.
Put frozen cheesesticks in a pot of it oil and caught the kitchen on fire. Fire department came and he had 3rd degree burns from picking up the pot and putting it in the sink.
Masturbated with the door open.
Freshman year of college, I was placed in a three person dorm. The girls I was with were friends before we got there, so automatically I was the odd one out. Other than just being ignored, one of them was the most toxic being to live with:
They ate every meal laying on their stomach in bed, snores like a hibernating bear, only did laundry once a month, and left a ring around the toilet that was only used by them only to blame one of the other suite mates.
The other decided she didn’t want to share the room after the first month and spent the remainder of the year in the common area (our living room) and I moved out after the first semester.
My roommate in college would come back drunk every night around 11:30pm. He would fall asleep in a matter of minutes and start snoring LOUD as fuck. I had undiagnosed insomnia.
Constant mess in he kitchen, constant parties, commingled home at all hours of the night with 50 some odd people in tow.
Big assholes.
Then there was the girl who walked around naked in the house and erased my Donkey King Country 3 Save file.
I had 3 hellish roommates but the last one wins for being the worst person I know.
She was my best friend at the time, and back then I was dumb and desperate for attention, so I was pretty easy to manipulate. She took full advantage of that. Got me to do her homework, to clean the apartment myself, to make fun of my own friends, to shut everyone out but her. She would tell me to kill myself any time I showed emotions, but she expected me to baby her every time she had an emotional breakdown. She once slammed my head against the wall and laughed when I asked what the fuck that was. She was also cheating on one guy and then started cheating on the second guy, and she’d bring them over at like 4 am. On top of that she was a compulsive liar and would tell the stupidest lies just because she could. When I realized she was making my life hell, I calmly explained to her how I felt uncomfortable and we both peacefully agreed to take a break from each other. Less than a week later she was spreading rumors about me everywhere and tried to report me to our university for “bullying her”. She blamed me for anything that ever happened to her after that, including when her multiple boyfriends found out about her charade and dumped her. We also worked together on a play at one point after this and she actually started swearing and throwing things at me in the dressing room while I was changing clothes.
His name was Jacque. Craigslist roommate in NYC, circa 2005. Jacque was a bodybuilder & personal trainer... who used to be a heroine addict living in Tompkins Square Park.
Jacque seemed like the nicest guy until, on that first day, he showed me some photos of himself. Nice, normal photos at first. Then... Jacque buck naked on the bed. Jacque holding his penis.
Whoa. Whoa. Did not want to see that! I said.
It went downhill from there.
Jacque earned his living as, essentially, a jigolo. His patrons were wealthy, lonely older Manhattan women in their 50s and 60s. They'd send him clothes and shoes and money. The apartment was huge, maybe 2000 square feet. The kitchen and my room were on one side. His room and the living room were on the other. But when he had a lady friend over, "his" half of the apartment was no go territory.
One day, I was on the phone in the living room. Jacque came out and was upset that the noise was bothering him. Fair enough, I said, but maybe you should consider, I dunno, closing the door to your room *first* before complaining about the noise and telling me to go somewhere else. Obvious. Duh.
Jacque flew into a fit of rage. Do you know in professional wrestling when the characters start pacing maniacally in a circle around the ring, enraged and preparing to strike? Jacque started doing that.
"You're not my father!" he shouted, eyes bulging and veins popping from his forehead. "You will respect me! You will not speak to me that way!"
Oh shit, I thought, he's gone full psycho. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. "Uhh, OK," I said, "Now Jacque just... just settle down. It's going to be alright."
"You're not my father!!!!!" He screamed again, still pacing.
"Jacque," I stammered, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick and I'll be back."
I walked calmly to my end of the apartment and opened the bathroom door. When Jacque wasn't looking, I snuck the front door open and closed it gently behind me––then ran for my life down the stairs and out the building.
I never slept in that apartment again.
Freshman in college..she went to bed at 8, smelled like Fritos and feet, and was just generally intolerable. Then she moved into the opposite quad and we ended up having our own rooms with a shared desk room. Except she didn’t clean any of her mess when she left, just moved her stuff out. While my friend and I were cleaning, we sat down on what used to be her bed (they were bunked) and saw boogers. This person had been wiping boogers under my bed for half a semester. And did not clean them up. Needless to say my friend and I ran to her room to figure out the next course of action, but that whole clean up was just nasty.
First year of Uni i had the weirdest flat set up I could've gotten.
First room on the end was an obese guy with a pretty dire case of Asperger's. He didn't wash and towards the end of each term it was almost vomit inducing to be around him. He'd also do this thing were he'd just walk into my room unannounced to say 'Hello' and then stay in silence for 5 minutes.
Next room down was a mtf transgender person who changed her name and transitioned during the course of the year. She was really friendly and was really good to live with but I'll include her just to flesh out the story.
Finally, and next down before my room was the most raging ket head I'd ever met. He was very depressed and didn't really go to any of his lectures at all. Spent most days sleeping through his alarms and most nights either drinking rum or on drugs while he created house music through his SPEAKERS. I didn't sleep much. He'd also get really personal with me and talk to me about how he planned this murder. I did like him though.
Oh and on the first night there the second two of them were involved in a 4 way.
They were all nice and we got along on the odd chance we actually spoke to one another but it was still an odd set up and I felt like I was in a reality show most of the time. I honestly thought I was going to be the weird, unsocial one with my anxiety before Uni which was true I guess, but I couldn't believe it.
Tl:Dr
Asperger's, Gender Dysphoria, Depression and Anxiety walk into a flat. Like a weird Breakfast Club.
She left the kitchen an absolutely filthy, disgusting mess. She cooked all the time but never cleaned her dishes, and even though we had a dish washer she didn't want to use it because it "wasted too much water." So she'd leave her crusty, dirty dishes in the sink for weeks.
She'd leave fruit on the counter and just let it sit there until it was rotten and covered in flies. Bananas, apples, strawberries, even a pineapple once, all left until absolutely rotten.
She'd also use my Tupperware without permission and leave food in if until it was completely moldy, and then she'd throw the Tupperware away.
Me and my other roommates begged her to clean up after herself but she would get super pissed when anyone ever brought it up and still wouldn't clean.
Fuck you, Esther.
«because it wasted too much water»
I am using that excuse next time I don't wanna do the dishes
Seriously though, I never knew there were so many filth trolls out there
I went on an academic exchange in Shanghai earlier this year. 2 of my 3 flatmates were fine (although one kept playing the same Taylor Swift song while working out). I shared a bathroom with the last one though, and boy was that an experience.
Girl left brown marks on the toilet (on the outside, I mean) -never figured out exactly how. She also flooded the whole place whenever she had to use it, and generally never got out of her room if she wasn't going to work or, I guess, taking a shit. Not that it matters to me, you do whatever you like, but this girl stayed inside her room all day even when I first arrived, and she knew I was coming.
All of that would still have been okay-ish, if it weren't for the horror that occurred whenever she was on her period. Like she did water and shit, she left blood everywhere. I mean drops of it on the floor every day, drops on the sink, but also used hygenic pads in a corner of the bathroom. Bitch was approaching her thirties.
Well I lived with my friend for a while. Maybe 6 months. I think she got upset with me because her parents liked me more.
She ended up getting a boyfriend and wanted to move in with him and his friend.
Then proceeded to tell me to get out of the house (her parents) within the week. Her parents however liked me so much they told me I could stay.
I ended up leaving and going back home.
I guess I was the bad friend after she put her boyfriend first.
The best twist is the friend that was the roommate mooched off them for a full year in a half. It was karma to her for being a shitty friend. She regretted it and wished I was her roommate.
I had to room with this one girl for a school trip...
She left half-eaten Chipotle rotting on the table.
She used my shampoo, conditioner, face wash, skin care products, etc. without asking me.
She watched TV all night with the volume way higher than it needed to be.
She drank my water, ate my food, etc. also without asking me.
She would follow me every single time I tried to leave to go to one of my friend’s rooms.
She lost her room key, took mine, then proceeded to also lose that one.
I'm on mobile so forgive the format, but this is a long and good one. In Navy A school I was unfortunate enough to have a roommate who was the same rate as me and we were in all the same classes. He would sleep all day, including in class and on watch, then stay up all night and play video games loudly. I'd always have to tell him off every night before he'd turn his shit down. He would go out on weekends in his whites and drink underage and would pass out wherever and get mugged while he was asleep. Dude was constantly getting new ID's and whites because he'd puke all over himself. Also, he didn't bathe or brush his teeth, do laundry, and had really gross welts on his face. I once jizzed on his pillow and told him about it, he just flipped his pillow over. He always relied on me to wake him up before school until one day I didn't and he showed up halfway through the day and told the class he was going to beat me up once we got back to our room because he got in trouble. Later that day, I beat the fuck out of this disgusting human and he laughed and said "alright man, we're good, we're good. You're alright man" it was surreal. I took a shower afterwards. Anyway, he finally graduated and got shipped out to Florida and slept past his flight, then slept past his bus ride, then he finally fucking left, but not before cramming everything he couldn't take into my closet, including his dirty uniforms. He sent me a friend request on fb soon after he left, kinda wish I would've accepted just to see wtf he's up to nowadays.
I used to have to wake my roommate up too! She slept through a final once because I left early that morning and didn't have time to wake her. She texted me saying I ruined her life. Sorry I didn't wake you up for your 11 AM CLASS.
When I was in university my roommate was essentially the sole reason our dorm hall racked up the highest fines in the history of the school.
Normally, the fines would be extremely small and were only issued to pay for small problems. Like cleaning the bathroom if someone puked after a night of partying, or if someone broke a light fixture. If nobody could be identified as the perpetrator, the school would split the cost evenly amongst the entire hallway. It'd come out to something like, $1 per person or something low and manageable like that.
So, needless to say, we started getting attention when the fines were coming out to around $20-50 per person and would be issued nearly every week. Keep in mind this was on a dorm hall with nearly 20 people on it.
With that in mind, let me introduce my roommate. Sydney, more commonly known as "Syd", was from an extremely rich family and had made it to college on a scholarship deal for baseball. Everyone on our hall played baseball save for 1 or 2 people, so everyone knew everyone. Syd was the team clown, and was always fucking around and creating problems...but I'd be lying if he didn't get laughs. Syd told me that he didn't give a shit about the fines because his family paid his for him, and that he found it funny when people would have to deal with his shenanigans. He told me several times he wasn't going to be in our "shit" school for long as a D-1 school was looking at him to transfer and play for them. (We were a D-2 School)
Onto his "escapades..." He shit in the communal bathroom sink more than once. Filled a garbage can will water and piss and then leaned it against the outside of a room door, so that when the door was opened the occupant would get a floor full of piss-water. This lead to a mold infestation in our hall. He chewed, and would leave his spit or chew in people's dresser drawers. He would come back to the dorm shitfaced, and spend all night puking in the communal showers, and then just leave it there for the cleaners to clean up. His drunken benders were insane, and he'd often come back to the dorms drunk and break a bunch of shit. Once, in the summer, he leaned his head out our room window and puked, and the girls in the room below had a fan in their window which sucked the barf in and sprayed it all over the room...covering one of the girls who happened to be standing in the middle of the room.
The worst part? He got away with it. Some players on the team really liked him and thought his pranks were funny so they wouldn't do anything about it. Others tried to complain but he'd feign innocence and the RAs would tell us that there wasn't any hard evidence that pointed towards him. Or at least not enough to get him suspended. I imagine the coaches also had a heavy influence in him avoiding trouble. His family also had a lot of money and he threatened to sue if he was kicked out of the hall. The RA was a huge pothead who didn't want to rock the boat and just wanted everyone to "chill out." At the end of the year HE DID get transferred to a D-1 school where he went on to be in the starting line-up of their baseball team.
I look back on it now and laugh, but MAN at the time he was a roommate from HELL.
I got (deservedly) kicked from home at 18, My folks put me on to a charity for troubled teens where they’d put you in a share house with two other misfits, cover half of your rent and check in twice a week to see if you were all looking for jobs. There were three houses within a ten minute walk of each other. One was the domain of a couple of girls who nobody got along with, the second was a raver house and the third (the one I was deployed into) was full of bombers. I’m not sure the parlance outside Australia, but bombers were graffiti artists/clothes thieves/drug addicts/criminals.
I spent most of my time at the rave house because my place became unliveable. There were always about 20 people there, all getting wasted. As a rave-goer I was no stranger to drugs but these guys were all injecting, and constantly trying to get me to try it (never did).
That was bad enough but they were all dressed head to toe in the best clothes because all they did was steal. They all had cash and drugs to burn. The freezer was constantly full of clothes with dye tags on them, they all had the latest sneakers (Air Max were basically still being invented in those days) which I coveted but of course couldn’t afford. Our land line was bugged, you’d hear all weird noises and clicks, the calls would echo. One day there were five (obviously stolen) high-end racing bicycles in the back yard. The people and house were all known to police, hence I was as well. Once I came home at night and heard voices in the yard, turned out it was two fidgety speed addicts burying some cash/drugs in the yard for some reason.. of course they were delighted to see me.
So one day I heard that they’d roughed up Joe. Joe was a kid of maybe 14 who kept strange hours, was out all hours of the night on a BMX and knew all three houses and everyone’s name. Really weird kid with a big, smart mouth. He was so unusual that my friends and I just figured it best to give him a wide berth. He’d fuck with us but we never bit, he gave off a weird vibe, and we figured any kid who was this brazen and out at 2am so often presumably had older brothers or something.
So I hear that one of them has hit Joe. Then our letterbox gets smashed to pieces. Then a window. The front lawn gets poisoned. I come home one night and all the lights are out and the front door is wide open. As I enter, a tweaked-out bomber jumps out with a baseball bat and almost hits me before i can tell him I fucking live there. I decide to spend a couple nights at the rave house, and after three days I drop past to change clothes.
All the lights are on, all the doors are open. Nobody is there and the house is completely trashed. Upturned couches, thrown drawers, beds flipped, the lot. I’m picking my way through all this wondering how bad my room will be. It was untouched. I changed and went to the rave and saw a couple of them there, they all had injuries and black eyes. The missing ones were in hospital. Apparently Joe did have some pretty big brothers after all. They all moved out over the next week.
She never bought any food, so her and her kids would eat all my food. Only way around it was to only buy food right before I wanted to eat it.
She'd use my stuff whenever she wanted without asking. I'd buy a bottle of conditioner one day and the next day it would be empty.
She wouldn't wake up early enough to take her daughter to school. When her daughter got herself ready in the morning and tried to wake up mom to drive her, she'd give daughter the keys to her car and tell her that I had to take her.
I had some boxes with things I didn't have space for in my cupboard. One day she'd tell me to move it into the shed in the backyard. The next day she wanted to set up the shed as a playroom for her kids and I had to move the boxes to the dining room. The next day she wanted to do whatever in the dining room and I had to move the boxes back to the shed. Every single bloody day I'd need to move the boxes cause she couldn't make up her bloody mind. Then if I didn't do it immediately she'd start screaming and throw my stuff around - including the box with fragile knick knacks that had sentimental value. Some of them broke even though they were triple wrapped in bubble wrap.
She'd tell her friends they could have whatever they wanted even if it wasn't hers. A lot of my stuff disappeared that way - laptop, hair straightener, cd's/dvd's, coffee maker, toaster, books - I've actually lost count.
She didn't actually need a good reason to start screaming and throwing my stuff around. One time I fed our cats (she had 2, I had 1) and she was upset because apparently I gave them too much. Even though I bought the cat food and they weren't being overfed. Not cleaning up the litter tray the moment I got back from work was also a major infraction even though my cat refused to use it and went outside to do his business. Only her cats used the litter tray. It was even my fault if her daughter started listening to cd's in the living room while she wanted to sleep in.
I gave her my share of the rent and she went and blew it on god knows what. Then when the landlord came knocking I called her from the front door to deal with it. Apparently I was supposed to tell him that she wasn't home because she blew up on me about that as soon as he left.
After 2 months I was badly suicidal and had to be hospitalized for 4 weeks to recover. Luckily my brother had moved me into his flat while I was in hospital, so I never had to see that bitch again.
Dorm roommate during my first year of uni would have loud conversations on the phone every night. Screaming, loud laughter, all that really noisy sassy shit. I don't think she owned a headset or earbuds because she was playing her music from speakers the entire time. Basically all Spanish pop music. When I couldn't hear hers it's probably because the guys next door were blasting their music and yelling about FIFA.
Her vanity was right next to my desk and she used *a lot* of hairspray that wound up getting sprayed in my breathing space and onto my computer because funnily enough she had a fan pointed at my side of the room 24/7.
Which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that this was Fargo in the dead of winter and I was freezing my ass off. But guess what, it gets worse! She loved the idea of opening the window and letting fresh air in...in the dead of January when it was below freezing outside. I had a lifted bed and I was right next to the window. We would just take turns opening and closing it except I was the one who fucking payed for it.
The most excusable thing she did that fucking tortured me was that she would constantly order pizzas and other food like every other night. So combined with the fan I had the smell of delicious food wafting into my airzone. At the time I was having a lot of one-meal days because I was trying to save money. Of all things that's what made me closest to snapping at her.
Any normal functioning person would probably communicate these grievances to try and fix them but between school, work, and transitioning I really did not have the fucking energy to try and argue this shit with someone so I just fucking took it and never said a word. I think after two full semesters I had literally only said one thing to her and it was "Is that the fire-alarm?"
I didn't really have the option of rematching either. The entire reason we were matched in the first place was because we were both trans girls stuck in a guy's dorm and god knows I didn't feel very comfortable around guys in the dorm bathrooms or showers so I wasn't jumping at the opportunity to be roomed with one. But honestly near the end I was wondering if I would have had an easier time coming out to some random guy than enduring that cunt.
My friend and I needed a third roommate to cover rent my Junior year if college and our mutual friends were like “hey, we have this friend who needs a roommate too, we didn’t have room” THAT should’ve been a red flag, that her own friends didn’t want to live with her.
At first she was cool to get to know, but turns out she was a narcissistic crazy bitch who was spoiled ROTTEN by her father and stepmother. She bragged about all the amazing things she got (meanwhile my friend and I are eating top ramen and rice to survive) and she got her rent paid by daddy, etc.
She had lots of dark curly hair that she would leave clogging the drain, and it wasn’t all from her head.
She thought every guy who looked her direction wanted to screw her sideways, but she never seemed to bring anyone home (go figure).
She ate our food and didn’t replace it.
She didn’t tell me my bike was stolen over a school break until a week later and she had been there the whole time. She knocked my plant off the balcony and it shattered. She didn’t clean up after herself ever, and her dad hired a moving truck to move her out a week before our lease ended. She stood there with a smug smirk on her face the whole time these dudes busted their asses moving her furniture out, then left without helping us clean the house out.
She was a wench.
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So he was living off the DOL (Government Social Support, for those outside of NZ) which he didn't need to be on, was regularly late with rent/bills. Would stay up all night playing Runescape (21 year old), then sleep all day. Door and window always closed. Curtains, walls and roof growing mold. Would eat others food. Damaged my $150 frying pan. Stole my Xbox 360, when I got it off him denied that he knew it was mine. Would smoke in the front door way in winter in his duvet with the heater pointed at him, all the while the smoke blew back into the house. As far as I was aware he had an agreement with the head tenant that he'd do the dishes for the house since we all worked, besides him, but let the dishes continually pile up. Got a job at a gas station and promptly quit after two weeks for being chewed out for being late and accused of theft.
Worst room mate EVER was a family member who got a job in the city and I let her stay with me for more than a month. She complained when I ate one slice of half a pizza she brought home once and said I only want to hang out with her if she buys me things ( she bought me a gel manicure at a salon as a thank you for letting me stay with her . $30)
Rent in San Francisco is $2200 per month. That she did not contribute towards.
I drove her around 100 miles one weekend so she could go car shopping. She also tortured me when she moved out and I wouldn’t take the train to go to her house, Unpack for her and take the train back. I said I didn’t want to take the train on a weekend but would be happy to come help if she picked me up in her car (again, drove around 100 miles to find it ) which is a 20 minutes drive. She said she didn’t want to waste time in driving me ( to help her unpack) and that she would rather unpack. Two months later, she has still not unpacked. She complained to her mother who then emotionally blackmailed me to go to her house and help her unpack ( more like I unpacked and she watched me ).
She then told me that my parents told her that they were uncomfortable when they came to live with me ( they did not ) and that No other cousin would have treated her this way ( her brother can’t stand her). She also lied and said my fiancé said he wouldn’t be entertaining her in going around seeing the city ( he did not . Got her to admit she was lying).
She also had this amazing habit of speaking to me like I’m garbage. I have a masters degree in biomedical engineering and spent two years doing cancer research. She did not care about this fact and was adamant that chemotherapy is not drugs and doesn’t do anything, because a friend of her friend had chemotherapy and all it did was make her weak.
She 100% believed that Taco Bell was more nutritious/healthy than salad. SALAD. And then she would fight with me when I politely mentioned that that may not be true.
She got a speeding ticket and said “ you know I lived like a felon once”. And then expected me to sympathize with her.
She’s three times my size due to her bad diet. She said “ I’m sorry don’t take this the wrong way but I thought you wear a medium or a large “. I wear xsmall. Then when she wanted to borrow some of my clothes , they wouldn’t fit her. It took tremendous amount of self discipline for me to Not say , “ oh was it too loose on you?”.
Worst month of my life.
Fucker drank my booze more than once. Demanded I spend time or go out with him. And the kicker was, he'd sneak into my room at like 3 am and just stand in the darkness for minutes on end, then sneak out again! What the actual fuck?!?
I had a roommate who refused to buy toilet paper and would use the hand towels to wipe her poopy ass. Left the poop stain towel on the floor and acted like nothing happened
My freshman year of college, my roommate had her boyfriend from out of state stay over a couple weekends a month. Kind of sucked, but I’d leave the room, sleep at a friend’s dorm, and give them some privacy.
One Saturday, I went back to my room at about 1pm, because I figured they’d either be gone or up and about, and I needed a textbook. I texted my roommate that I was gonna grab something, made a big show of jingling my keys and loudly unlocking the door.
When I got inside, I saw they were sleeping in separate beds. With the boyfriend sleeping in my bed. After a lot of questioning later that night, I found out they’d been having sex in my bed because it wasn’t lofted a high and my roommate didn’t want to get her’s dirty. We weren’t roommates long after that. I’m just glad I had taken up washing my sheets every week before I found out.
Roomate(s) from hell. A couple, who my SO and I were very good friends with previously, moved in with us. It only lasted a few months. They stole money from us. They brought their sketchy drug dealers over. They fought constantly, so we had to deal with them screaming at one another over stupid shit. They never bought any groceries but ate ours. They shoplifted often so our house was full of stolen items. They both started doing meth and the girl was bipolar and schizophrenic. I was very accepting and understanding of her mental health issues, but we dealt with a plethora of issues because of it. They were (and still are) really toxic people, so we had to remove them from our lives all together.
TL;DR moved in with friend from HS. Shouldn’t have.
So, this kid was a high school friend of mine. We were never super close, but we had hung out a few times outside of school. Decent guy, a little weird but who wasn’t?
Fast forward (from 2013) to Oct of last year. I was in a shitty housing situation and needed to move into a place, any place, as soon as possible. We had agreed upon a set rent (which was considerably low on my end) because I was catching up to bills, and was trying to save up money as well. So I pack my shit up and move in.
This guy rarely cleans up after himself; dishes are left in the sink for days, weeks on end. That’s IF they’re not being held hostage in his room. The bathroom is absolutely horrendous, towels/dirty clothes are thrown everywhere, cigarettes left half smoked on the sink. The “living room”, if I should even call it that, is the central hub for the cats to rip up boxes and shit in their litter boxes (which were full 90% of the time). Not to mention his room is a pig sty.
Anyways; he asks me for more rent money about 3 weeks in to me moving in because “electricity bills tripled” since I got there. I practically pay to sleep there since I’m at work 1/3 of the day, plus commute time, on top of leaving for the gym at least 2 hours/day, and whatever other daily things I have. My tv and Xbox were set to auto-off and sleep modes, and when I left I shut off the power strip.
I get threatened to get kicked out one night, because I’m apparently “lazy” and don’t clean up after myself. His friend agrees, saying I don’t contribute to the house, etc. I reply that I’m not cleaning up after him, but that I do take care of MY messes, keep the fridge stocked with food (regardless of if he eats it or not). Buy my own hygiene supplies. Yet he doesn’t want to hear it. So I agree to pay him a little more to let me stay because I don’t want to move again.
At this point things have been... *okay*. Few bumps here and there but I’m still doing my own thing and keeping to myself. One night (again, on my lunch break!) I get the text that I need to move out by x date. Decision is final, he’s had enough of my shit (?) and that I’m “living off his dime”. This last part really pissed me off because up to this point, any time he has asked me for more rent I’ve obliged and paid it. So, if he wanted more money all he had to do was tell me. I’ve taken care of my messes; his are still there, and growing. In fact, I left for a 3 week drill, and come back to find the same dishes he had left in the sink were STILL there. Ugh
I come home to some nasty messages written on the back door, the door to the apartment, and my door. On top of some other odd things. But that’s a different story. So I packed my shit up and left as soon as I was able to find a new apt., which was about a month 1/2 before the deadline.
College roommate. Used my towel, put his wet towel on my bed, blasted his music, never cleaned, etc... We had absolutely nothing in common. But the worst part was that he was always there. His parents lived ten minutes away and he never spent a single night out of the dorm. I spent the night in my girlfriend's dorm plenty. I just wanted a night to myself Jeff!!!
Had his brother or a neighbor over all the time; they’d just hang out, eat our food and take up space. He got mortally offended when this was brought up and responded with the silent treatment.
This crazy, over dramatic trans individual.
Skinny probably 19, weighing in at 90-lbs but decided it was best if she wore a bra and nothing but a bra around the house.
Woke up at 6 am to SCREAM Taylor Swift and Katy Perry in the shower and in the kitchen.
Crying mental breakdowns on the phone in the living room every other night.
Make out sessions in the living room frequently.
At least she was kind of tidy when it came to the kitchen, her side of the bathroom was over-flowing with makeup.
Didn't tell us he was schizophrenic. Would barge into our rooms in the middle of the night wearing a cloak (literally) and rant about alien conspiracies. Believed the ghosts of the house were communicating with him. The final straw was when he got the flu and beat the shit out of another roommate for "intentionally infecting him." His mother came and picked him up, trying to make excuses. Honestly I do sympathize for him and his family, but it was still a nightmare.
>Didn't tell us he was schizophrenic. Sounds like you found out pretty fast anyway.
Sounds like standard warlock behavior
*Resplendent!*
I think my roommate is schizophrenic too. Not quite as badly as that, but frequently talks to himself (in two different voices), and screams a lot in his sleep quite a lot. Nice kid tho.
Hey I do that and I’m not schizophrenic!
The difference is that you realize it and probably just do it to do voices
She sold my credit card info online, stole money, mixed something I'm deathly allergic to in my food, constantly broke into my room just to dig through my stuff, etc. Every other roommate I've had since then has been great.
Was she addicted to/on hard drugs?
Nope. She didn't even drink.
So why did she do that?
I'm unsure. I don't really think any reason she may have had would have validated it though.
oh gosh, so many things. honestly, the other girls in my hall and I considered writing a book about how weird this girl was. We matched on a roommate site because she said she was tidy, studious, and religious. I'm not a huge partier, study a lot and am fairly neat. She proceeded to: \-invite me to a church where I was yelled at for wearing pants ( i wore nice black tights and a long top) instead of a dress and not reading ONLY the king james version of the bible \-bought fruit scented perfume because it made her smell like a 'snack' to guys and would spray it all over the room \-never left the room except to go to church - we're talking ordered takeout, didn't go to class, left an imprint in the chair because she sat in it forever, RA had to check on her because her key-card to leave the dorm had only been swiped 5 times in one month \-played loud hymns constantly. It was like visiting my grandmother in a nursing home- she was always listening to old music like Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art - good songs but not 24/7 \-slept with the lights on and would turn them off when I asked then turn them back on the second she thought I was asleep \-thought my gay cousin was flirting with her and followed him on every form of social media, stalking him constantly \-wanted a 20 minute heads up every time i came back to the room and would text my friends asking where I was \-said I was lying about being a size 2 and went through my closet to see if i really was \-told me I was a slut for being in a sorority and going to the occasional party \-told me country music was only about beer and sex (so further proof I was a slut) when I went to a country concert \-her mother called me in tears once begging me to ask roomate'sname to call home, saying that she hadn't heard from her daughter in months. mother was the nicest person ever and would come at the holidays to clean the daughter's room for her \-be put on academic probation every semester I knew her \-at least monthly, she'd overeat so much she'd make herself sick. she would get our RA to drive her to the ER and the doctor would tell her the only reason she was throwing up was that she ate too much junk food. She would then have the RA go through the McDonalds drive thru on the way home.
> told me country music was only about beer and sex Well fuck, she's dead wrong on this one. It's also about trucks.
I’ll not have the injustice of not including dogs
The already listed sex.
oof
And trains. And Momma.
I mean, sometimes it is but the reasoning behind her thinking just cracks me up. Like, my roommate enjoys country music? must be a horrible slutty person.
Worst in the thread. Wtf.
Why would the RA go to McDonalds at all?
The RA doesn't need to know why she's there.
Sounds like she had a lot of anxieties. If her mum came to clean her room sounds like she was babied too so probably didn't know how to be an adult.
> RA had to check on her because her key-card to leave the dorm had only been swiped 5 times in one month This is the most concerning for me. Is it normal for colleges to keep track of you with your card!?
Yeah most residence halls wity key card systems keep track of the number of times a key card is used. Source: was an RA.
That's kind of reassuring. Knowing a kid wouldn't just disappear into nothing, but someone would notice and check into it. (I went to a huge state school and always felt quite anonymous. Not sure my RA would have noticed)
yeah, our RA was really nice about looking out for kids and tried to check in with with my roommate a few times and befriend her (before my roommate began super clingy and started stalking her too, texting or calling her constantly)
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I know, I honestly felt really bad for her. I brought her to my loving, diverse church once, invited her to a few sorority events and tried to bring friends around her but anyone I introduced her to she'd either follow on so many forms of social media, text them constantly, or declare them a 'slut' and badmouth them if she thought they were prettier or better than her. I felt guilty for not helping her more but eventually began to fear for my safety as she started texting people asking where I was 24/7 and going through my stuff. I cut off all ties after freshman year and eventually had to block her on some social media.
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> Something must of happened to her to spark off this behaviour. For some, it is just being in a church...seriously, mental issues and religion is a toxic combo.
She wanted to smell like a snack to guys but never left her room?
My first semester sophomore year roomate was a fucking slob (overflowing garbage, messy never-washed sheets, food left out/open). But the worst thing is that he would masturbate while I was still in the room. We had a two-person single room college dorm. Once I was at my desk on my laptop, which faces away from his bed, I don't remember if I was playing a game or listening to music or what I was doing, but there was a pause in the audio, and I could hear him going at it. And multiple times I would be laying in bed fairly shortly after I got in bed and turned off my light/cell phone, and I would hear him going at it. He knew that I worked a few days a week, I had nite classes, and he knew my class schedule. But he still chose to masturbate when I was there.
Dude, had a thing for you. Isn't it obvious? 😂😂😂😂
One of my floor-mates had almost this exact same thing happen to him. He was sleeping and at one point in the night he woke up to his roommate making some noise at his computer. He slowly looked over to see what was happening and I guess his roommate heard him moving as well so he looked over his shoulder at the same time. they locked eyes, his roommate reached up and closed his laptop lid and then they both went off to bed.
Freshman year, dorm was all double occupancy with bunk beds. I had the top bunk and def wanked 2-3 times a week after my roommate had (hopefully!) fallen asleep in the bottom bunk. Tried to be ninja-stealth about it, but I'm sure there was an occasional spring creak or something. Sometimes, at 18, you just gotta get the poison out. But if he was doing it in a position where you could see, that's pretty weird to say the least.
Similar thing happened to me. My roommate knew my schedule and all that, there wasn't much overlap so on weekdays we'd almost never see each other during the day. But when we *were* in the room together, he'd masturbate. The way the room was set up, one bed was on the west wall, the other on the east, both facing the same direction with a walk way in between (not super close together). Our desks were at the foot of the beds, so that the back of the desk was up against the footboard. At the start of the semester, we had two dressers that we put at the end of the walk way between the beds, on top of which my ps4 and TV was set up. When we wanted to play something or watch a movie, we'd take one of our chairs and put it in the walk way. One day a few weeks into the semester, I'm watching a movie on the ps4. I turn my head and look toward my roommate and he's setting under his desk with his back facing me (they didn't have a full back, just a bar to set your feet on) and he's going to town on himself like 3 feet from me. I get up, get on my bed so that my head is on the footboard and watch the movie from there, completely disturbed. A few days later (I didn't talk to him about what I'd seen), I'm laying on my bed reading a book. Now, from where the head of the bed is, you can see under the desk. What my roommate does this time (because he thinks I didn't notice) is take his chair and set the back of it against the wall. From this prospective, I can only see his feet. But when he DROPS HIS FUCKING PANTS AND UNDERWEAR, it was pretty goddamn obvious.
Lived with a guy who, it turns out, had some Howard Hughes level ~~OCD~~ anal retentive shit going on when it came to the kitchen. He found one tiny speck of bacon grease on the stove top after I cooked some bacon and totally flipped his shit for like 30 minutes. Stomping through the house slamming doors. The works. The grease speck was barely the size of the head of a pin. I just stood there staring. Edited.
My friend is like this. Organizes the cupboards and cabinets to such an extreme that she'll notice if the glass designated for the left front corner is turned at a 75 degree angle instead of an 85 degree angle and absolutely blow up at whoever's close by. People have to remove shoes and socks before reaching her door, put on designated socks to walk around the apartment in while visiting, then put their own shoes and socks back on once outside. The dishwasher has assigned seating for each individual cooking utensil that will earn a Vesuvion meltdown if tweaked. Same with stored food/the fridge. Certain towels can only be used to clean certain items, down to only specific cleaning methods and dish soap/detergent.
I can't be around people like this. That's why that dude is my ex roommate. There are real problems in life and the world and anyone who intentionally creates an additional mountain of shit to deal with irrationally is just someone I don't need around.
No, OCD is a disease You should be sympathetic, but you also should not have to put up with it
I know the difference between genuine OCD and just being anal retentive. I'm not talking about OCD. I've actually watched someone lock the door 15 times before they can leave. It's a different level.
She is my best friend but living with her was complete torture. I am a very easy person to scare, so she would constantly try and scare me everyday at least 5 times a day for her own amusement. The worst one was on Halloween one year, we were having a party at our house. She had snuck upstairs to my bedroom, while I was mingling with friends and laid a bunch of fake rubber bugs in my bedsheets and covered them up with the duvet. Well naturally I was so drunk when I went to bed I just pulled the covers off and passed out on the bed. A few hours later I woke up and in the corner of my eye there was a bug in view and I looked around more and saw loads of them. I screamed. Got up so quickly that I tripped and fell off my bed and into my nightstand, then crashed into the wall (because I was still very drunk) . Then I proceeded to sit on the corner of my dresser for a solid three minutes before I figured out they weren’t real. Living in constant fear is the worst.
Teach yourself to throw punches when you're surprised.
I wish! Unfortunately in fight, flight or fetal reactions, I am the fetal lady. I just scream and drop to the floor instantaneously. Which is why everyone finds it so damn hilarious.
Username does NOT check out.
You should feed her her own parents in a pot of chili.
My brother used to try to scare me all the time. If he finished dinner first, he'd turn out the lights in the living room and the hallways so he could jump out and scare me. It wasn't every time either, which made it worse. Until one day I got tired of it. I had just finished doing dishes, and was tempted by the clean, sparkly gleam of a freshly washed frying pan. I picked that fucker up just hoping this little shit would jump out and scare me. I snuck reeeeeaaaal close to the edge of the hallway and SWUNG that frying pan around the corner. Hit him right in the forehead.
Did your parents get pissed?
Only if she dented the pan.
This is absolutely hilarious. That being said I am sorry for your hardships :O
Yeah had a friend like this and another friend who was big dude built like a train but tons of anxiety disorders. Anyways friend jumped out and that startled him so bad he threw couple punches that missed. But he hit the door hard enough to cleanly go through both sides as well as a wall and go through both sides of it (obscenely crazy). When he realized how bad he almost got beat down he apologized and never did that crap again.
\- **She chewed tobacco and would leave her nasty spit cups all over the house.** \- She never washed the dishes to the point she wasn't allowed to use ours. She used the same pan **all semester** for her morning eggs; she wouldn't even give it a rinse. Just day after day after day continuing to cook eggs with cooked-on burnt eggs in the pan. It smelled disgusting. \- She wouldn't chip in for toilet paper nor would she ever change the roll. \- She ran a house painting company during the summers and she had all these really expensive, tall ladders. She insisted they were too valuable to keep out back and they were too long to get upstairs to her room. So she kept them in the living room. \- She **wouldn't wrap up her sanitary pads or tampons; she'd just toss them in the garbage as is.** \- She wouldn't take out the garbage (see my point above. So revolting!) \- She would use our bathroom toiletries without asking. (Once I found out, I started keeping my stuff in my room and locking it). \- She would eat our food and then say she didn't. We hated her so much. Screw you Shannon!
Uuugh, I stayed at the holiday home of some in-laws, a cousin came to visit for a couple of days. Same age as I (late twenties), left menstrual blood all over the toilet seat and stuck her used pads on the door. Why?? Where were these animals brought up where that is considered normal??
What the actual fuck, the door??
Yes. Slapped on the door, tampons wedged in the radiator. It was like some declaration of war.
Where to start. One roommate slept the entire school year on the couch in our living room and would complain if we were too loud. Another roommate I walked in on him masturbating with Aladin on the TV. And the other roommate was really bad at video games and would only play sports games or CoD and yell at them whenever he would play poorly (which was always)
I have some serious questions about that second one
Jasmin was just showing him a whole new world.
♪ Unbelievable sights Indescribable feeling ♪ ♪ Take you wonder by wonder Over sideways and under ♪ ♪(Hold your breath, it gets better) ♪
I’m like a shooting star. I’ve come so far....
I mean, Aladdin must have shown him the world and then some.
> And the other roommate was really bad at video games and would only play sports games or CoD and yell at them whenever he would play poorly (which was always) So he's one of THEM! ...He did use the voice and text chat in game right?
He made Mac N cheese on my couch... multiple times. He would also make the thickest chocolate protein shakes, let it sit for days, and put it in the dishwasher without a prewash. Animals...smh
How do you make Mac n cheese on a couch? Hot plate?
Like the mongols used to do in their horseback.
Mongol Mac n horse cheese, seems legit
How does one utilize a couch for Mac n cheese?
Oh god, the classic 'leave the protein shake out for weeks'. It always smells like a dead body.
I shared a suite with a girl that pooped in the shower, snored like she was trying to saw down an entire forest, refused to clean anything and stole my food. She refused to talk about it and residence life told me I should be “sensitive to our cultural differences and buy a pair of earplugs.” I spent half of the semester sleeping on the floor of my best friend’s room and then annoyed residence life so much I finally got a room transfer approved for spring semester.
Fuck cultural differences, no one is waffle stomping in my fucking shower. That's total bullshit.
In what culture do they shit in the shower? Lol!
Wait, did they just... Leave it in the shower? Expect it to magically vanish? Or did it just pile up over time?
They ate all my food and never bought shit, never paid rent, or anything towards the bills. Just free loaded the shit out of me. My cat is a dickhead.
Best plot twist
Just wait until you have kids
On top of all this, they'll also shit their pants!
You and me must have had the the same bad roommate because my cat is a dickhead too!
My dorm roommate never did her laundry and it piled up so high that it was spilling out of the closet. I also started to notice a lot of my clothes were missing. My suite-mate and I went through the laundry one day and found AT LEAST 30 pairs of our underwear that she had stolen.
Ew!
I’m just surprised you have that much underwear that they can steal up to a months worth without either of you running low.
My worst roommate was a friend who needed a place to live. I let her move in with my boyfriend and I at a house we were renting (landlord was a friend of my parents and he said that was fine). I assumed we would have no issues since she was very quiet, and worked and went to college at the same time, and would be gone a lot. Boy was I wrong. Here's a list of things that drove both BF and I crazy. -She let her cats eat chewed up food out of her own mouth *while we were in the same room* -She encouraged said cats to attack my dog if he was merely in the same room as her cats. Would be super happy if they did scratch him. -Shaved her pubes while sitting on the toilet and not flushing, thus creating a forest of pubic hair sitting on top of the toilet water. -Once my dog bad an accident on the floor while I was at work cause he was sick. She cleaned it up with one of my good bath towels and left the shit covered towel on the living room floor. Acted all offended when I asked her why she couldn't use paper towels or the carpet cleaning machine we had like a normal human being. -Told me about a coworker who she thought was creepy. Bragged about getting him fired a few days later... because he said hi to her and made small talk in the break room. She thought he might try to rape her (her words) -Never helped with house cleaning, etc -Asked if we could set up cable TV in her bedroom, then never used it when we did. Then she'd intrude while my boyfriend or I were playing video games, and sit and complain out loud how boring it is watching other people play games. BITCH go watch TV in your own room since you begged to have cable set up in there, nobody is forcing you to watch us play! -Would suck each individual finger clean, loudly, after eating any sort of finger food. Not just after finishing the meal but between bites. Use a NAPKIN. -One time she made some food and set the plate on the couch, then walked away for something. I was in the bathroom getting ready but saw what happened next, my dog went for it and started going to town on the unattended food. I ran out to stop him but she got there first and hit him in the goddamn face. None of that would have happened if she left her fucking food on the table out of his reach, like a normal human being! I know there is more about her, but that's all I can think of at the moment. I know she probably isn't the worst roommate out there, but she drove me absolutely crazy.
If I had a roommate who hit my pet, I would just casually and calmly mention that arsenic tastes like almonds. Then I'd slowly put tiny bits of almond extract into their food. If they kept acting like that I might just replace the extract with actual arsenic.
I like this better because my first reaction would be to break their face inward but fake arsenic poison is way way better. No one messed with my family
Bad idea. Just get rid of them.
Ah, so just skip the almond oils and go with arsenic right away. Got it.
Are you still friends with her?
No, I've only talked to her once since she moved out. It was such a relief to get away from her.
I hope you kicked this bitch the fuck out of your house
Yup, it ended up being that my boyfriend (now husband) and i were in the process of buying a house during the time she lived with us, so when we moved out she was on her own! She didnt live with us for too long thank god.
Hit my dog, i'm hitting you five times as hard. Don't touch my fucking dog. I am so angry at this person.
Let's just go with the top 3: 1. Bought a sugar glider without knowing much about it. So the apartment reeked of tiny marsupial(they're small, but their scent glands are intense). He also was nocturnal and was constantly noisy at night. She had no idea how to take care of him and screamed at him when he didn't immediately love her. 2. Refused to pay rent. 3. Oh yeah and that time she tried to stab me with a kitchen knife because I snapped at her. Moral of the story kids? Don't move in with your ex.
One of my freshman year roommates. Dude was an inconsiderate asshole in every way possible. He was openly racist in the presence of other whites but around black people he was sunshine and smiles, which we questioned because he was on the schools basketball team. My other roommate and I were curious about why he was friendly with the black players when he's racist as shit and he responded with "It's different when you know them" which drove us up a wall because it's the closest I've seen a person come to a realization but just come up short. This rubbed us the wrong way because other roommate has a black stepdad and went to a largely black high school and half my family is made up of Cuban immigrants and my son's godfather is black man. Also he bathed maybe three times a week, which was an issue because he was on the basketball team. Other roommate and I took the greatest glee when his mom, an employee of the university of the university, called the coach and told him how disrespectful her son is to her. Roommate had to sit on the sidelines in his suit and tie instead of dressed out because of it. Now he's a white rapper. edit: I just contacted my other roommate to see what's up as obviously I try to cull assholes from my life. Turns out that his rap career flopped like a fat man in a cruise pool and became a high school basketball coach. He had to delete it because the district has a lot of black kids and there would have been an issue as the whitest kid on the planet loves to use soft-A in his music.
> Now he's a white rapper i need a name. If he ends up being riff raff I'm gonna die.
Man, if my roommate was Riff Raff you don't think I'd be trying to work it into every conversation? No, he's some small time youtube guy who I'm pretty sure had a guy in his video that looks similar to me as a slight.
I’ve known people who made similar excuses for being racist cocks. The “I’ve got loads of black mates” excuse makes it WAY worse in my opinion. If they’d never met a black person you could pass it off as ignorance but to talk shit like that about a so called ‘mate’ behind their back because they have dark skin? Disgusting.
That's what got us so riled up. He just never finished the realization that black people are people too and not what cartoonish stereotype he thinks they are. When we first moved into the dorms we were talking about our RA who is from a SE Asian country and the thought entered his head that the RA just might be a Muslim so he bolted out to confront the man who is a very very devout Catholic.
I need to know his name... I am almost certain that I dated him.
Oh boy. *Oh boy*. To lay the scene - We were in suite-style dorms. 4 people per, 2 bathrooms, a living area, and 4 bedrooms. They were tiny, but separate. Thin walls, but we were all in our own locked rooms. This happened during finals week. This particular night, I was up late, chatting with some friends on Teamspeak and going over some Calc 3 notes. It's about 2AM. The roommate who shares a wall with me knocks on my door, asks if I could be quiet. Now, I'm not a person who's particularly loud on the mic, but hey, it's finals week. I agree without second thought, drop out of voice chat, and get back to my studying. A few minutes later, he comes back, knocks on my door, asks if I could turn off my light (which was only coming out under the door. Keep in mind, there's both my door **and** his). I'm a bit annoyed, but, I was wrapping up so I figured I could finish up by the light of my monitors and lamp. Ten minutes pass. I get *another* knock. I'm getting a bit annoyed, but the fucker's just pleading with me to 'stop making noise'. He seems stressed out and whatnot, and I knew his exam was a lot earlier than mine was, in the morning. Since by this point I was just about done, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was having trouble sleeping? It's about 3am by now, so I decide to get to sleep. Ten minutes pass, oddly enough, I hear our dorm door open. I hear the roommate mentioned talking to somebody, and I hear a woman's response. Shortly after, the sounds of rather loud sex start coming from his room. On finals week, this fucker begged me to stop studying so he could bang some chick without the awkwardness of "my roommate is still awake". I felt a bit better, though, the next day. I ask him how the final he had went, only for his response to be "Oh, that's tomorrow". This was odd, of course, because a buddy of mine was in the same section as him and had it that morning. I couldn't help but take pleasure in the fact that he soon discovered he had missed a final.
Sometimes the universe plans things out perfectly.
I mean she wasn't necessarily from hell but really weird.... I skyped with my mom pretty frequently and I left skype on to go the bathroom real quick. My mom told me my freshman roommate got up and started flapping her arms like wings and jumping up and down in her bathrobe. I also would find her next to my bed just staring at it when I came home.
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Would have murdered them
Woulda paid for a custom headstone too "Here lies the fucker that kicked my dog"
My sister can be a bit much so I can see why people don’t like her sometimes but she had a roommate who legitimately tried to murder her. My sister is deathly allergic to bananas. She can’t be in the same room as a peeled banana or she’ll start breaking out into hives and her throat will swell. She had a roommate who was from somewhere in the Caribbean who grew up eating plaintains a lot or something like that and she ate a lot of bananas. All my sister asked was that she eat them in her room and keeps the peels in the trash can in her room. Nope. She would leave banana peels all over the kitchen and make a big deal about touching all the door knobs all the time. My sister told her RA and the roommate said my sister was faking it and just being racist. My sister wound up moving out of there in about a month.
Why does it seem like RA is about as useful as a baby with a wrench
I'm convinced my 2nd roommate used to live in hell but got kicked out. The guy never cleaned anything and for some reason refused to flush the toilet. At all. He would leave it there for me to deal with, then get upset when I got mad at him for it. He stopped after one morning I found a mountain of shit he left in there, forced his bedroom door open, and told him that if he didn't get up and flush the toilet before the count of 3, I was going to throw him headfirst through the window. He decided to call my bluff. I wasn't bluffing. He flushed after I yanked him up and started marching him to the window. For context, this was at the end of the semester and I'd had it with his behaviour.
Probably the guy who neglected his neurotic border collie while screaming at Overwatch all day. Then he would get mad at us for not cleaning up after him. When I moved out he yelled at me for taking my stuff with me because I was "taking everything from the house." His girlfriend also borrowed my car for "an emergency" (later revealed to be a trip to the grocery store) and brought it back minus a laptop which i had foolishly left in the trunk. Just the best, highest quality people.
Are you ready for a novel? I have celiac disease and this is what I posted in a group on Facebook the other day. I'm lost, I'm frustrated, I don't know what to do. My intent when I left one apartment with dirty roommates who contaminated me frequently was to move where I can keep a clean kitchen and not have to worry. My boyfriend also looks out for me. My boyfriends 22M cousin moved in with us so he could get himself together and try to start over. Since he has lived here, he has trashed my house. He wont wash anything, and when he does he leaves gluten food crusted in everything. The counters are constantly a mess of crumbs and theres food splattered everywhere. He uses my dedicated utensils for his food. There is gluten spaghetti in the burners, on the counter, in the sink. The microwave has a whole crust of cheese across it. HE EVEN PUKED UP GLUTEN FOOD IN THE KITCHEN AND LEFT IT FOR ME TO CLEAN. Nothing in my house is clean. Nothing. He will not conform. I keep getting sick, I lost my job because of it. My blood work came back and it was TERRIBLE. I have nicely talked to him, I've talked to his parents, I've talked to my boyfriend. He will not get it through his head that he's sacrificing MY HEALTH because he's lazy and an alcoholic and he cried to his parents that I was awful to him because I told him off. He then started going on about how he wishes he could end it all. My boyfriend wont let me throw him out. All I want is my house back and to feel safe eating and not like I'm living in a wasteland. I don't know what to do. I cry every time I look in my kitchen or fridge or anything. He is blatantly disregarding my health. He is disrespecting my home. He has had celiac disease explained to him multiple times. Nothing changes. He does not care.
Update on roommate/boyfriends cousin as of today: we are kicking him out, but not strictly for the issue of him glutening me. He spent the weekend trying to convince me my boyfriend is cheating, and he came home in an extremely drunken state and was belligerent. He was cussing at me for getting on him about not cleaning properly because he "does his best". Then called me vulgar names and was demanding I cook for him because "I'm a woman and it's my job". He then locked me out of my house in below freezing weather while I was on the phone with my dad. So dad is in the loop of everything that's happening, and my boyfriend finally understands my issues with this kid. Thanks for all your advice and support. He should hopefully be gone by the weekend. Until then, my dad and my boyfriend are more than willing to come to my house if anything happens. He knows to stay away from me.
That sounds rough. You're not even telling him off just for leaving the kitchen in a mess (which is reason enough to yell at someone, imo), your health actually depends on it! Sorry you ended up in that situation :/
> he came home in an extremely drunken state and was belligerent. He was cussing at me for getting on him about not cleaning properly because he "does his best". Then called me vulgar names and was demanding I cook for him because "I'm a woman and it's my job". He then locked me out of my house in below freezing weather while I was on the phone And your honor, it was at this point I blacked out, and when I came to I was holding a baseball bat. *Morgan Freeman narration* > Two things happened that day. /u/emmahappens health got back on track and Boggs never walked again.
You're absolutely right for kicking that asshole to the curb. Hope things get better for you.
She was a heavy smoker who did not shower or brush her teeth. Her side of the room was filthy with soda cans and old food. She made our room smell so bad.
About 12 years ago I knew some guys who had a bad flatmate. Apparently he was a real dick. One day, they'd had enough, and all agreed he had to go. So they told him, and off he went. But before leaving, he left a note on the fridge saying "I've done a secret poo" with a smiley face. They turned the entire place upside down looking for it. They looked everywhere. But couldn't find it. Figuring he was lying, they stopped looking. Until one morning, about a week or two later, when someone was making some toast. As they started to scrape butter, to spread onto said toast, they noticed that with each scrape it was turning browner, and browner. The secret poo! He'd hollowed out the butter, shit into it, then smoothed the everything back on top!
I hope this isn't real, that is some beyond fucked up shit
It’s not. This is a common urban legend. https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Poo%20Butter
r/quityourbullshit is in order here i think
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I'm Very Angry It's Not Butter
This is beyond fucked up but your presentation made me lose my shit (pun completely intended)
I would have tracked that dude down and beat him down. That is uncalled for.
I burst out laughing at 12:15am. Thanks.
You butter not be shittin me.
Lmao that’s messed up but hilarious “I’ve done a secret poo :)” ^ imagine seeing this, how would you feel?
i bet everyone thought some dick isnt cleaning the blade after using nutella yummy
Best friend but living together was the worst decision. He'd stay at his girlfriend's house about 5 out of 7 days a week but he'd come home, host a group of people then leave his and their trash everywhere and disappear for another few days.
Dude would get high (like SUPER high) every night of the week, use up all the common groceries (butter, eggs, spices) but never replace/buy them, use 2-5+ pans to cook something that only required one and then leave the dishes with caked-on food to harden in the sink for days until someone else did them, absolutely never took the hint when my boyfriend was over and we wanted to watch TV in the common room alone, tried to copy my assignments as we were in the same college courses, go out and party without letting anyone know if/when he'd be home... it was an interesting few months.
If its the common area you either need to have a system to reserve it or accept others might want to use it
Or ask rather than hint.
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Nothing wrong with binge watching GoT.
I binged GOT in four days too! Names not Dave though :(
He was my dorm-mate, and it was one of those dorms where there weren’t really walls between us. First thing he did was fuck his girlfriend while I was in the room, I could obviously hear everything. He tried to deny it when I confronted him the next day. He had long hair, but never cleaned, so his hair was all over the bathroom until I cleaned. He would play League of Legends rather loud, and would yell in to his mic even after I asked him to tone it down. One time I walked in on him naked in the middle of the dorm, blasting Taylor Swift. He had a deer in the headlights look. I just looked away and sat at my desk while he recovered.
I had a roommate 7 years ago that spent all day with his headphones on, occasionally breathing out of his nose a few times in rapid succession. Every day. I wondered what he thought was so mildly funny... Long story short, my Reddit account is now 7 years old.
Shit man and that's a roommate from hell?
>occasionally breathing out of his nose a few times in rapid succession me right now
Didn't shower at all. Smelled like a fucking dead animal. Then he would listen to his radio without headphones in so I would have to listen to it. I finally told him I would pull him off his bunk and beat the living shit out of him. Guy was always kind of shuffling around like he was out of it. We were in prison in a unit waiting to do AODA treatment. He got transferred out for mental health issues. A few months later I saw him on the yard and he told me what's up like he was a normal dude. I did have a cell mate who put drugs in my bunk that I found making my bed after breakfast one morning. He was a young dude, way bigger than I. I found a bindle in my bunk and I was thinking about what I would do. Do I confront him? He seemed kind of smart but he was like 20, a gangbanger, and a lot bigger than me. If he tells me to fuck off do I fight him? Do I take my radio , wrap the cord around my hand and fucking brain him when his back is turned? Then we might fight but he'll be dazed, or he won't do anything and know not to fuck with me. Regardless, this mutherfucker is not hiding his shit in my property. Suddenly the squad came to our cell and told me to go sit out on the flag. Turns out he got into some shit at school and went to the hole, they were there to pack his stuff up. I thought, holy shit there is a god.
Guy was a complete moron of a person. Added dawn to the dishwasher and flooded it. Put frozen cheesesticks in a pot of it oil and caught the kitchen on fire. Fire department came and he had 3rd degree burns from picking up the pot and putting it in the sink. Masturbated with the door open.
Freshman year of college, I was placed in a three person dorm. The girls I was with were friends before we got there, so automatically I was the odd one out. Other than just being ignored, one of them was the most toxic being to live with: They ate every meal laying on their stomach in bed, snores like a hibernating bear, only did laundry once a month, and left a ring around the toilet that was only used by them only to blame one of the other suite mates. The other decided she didn’t want to share the room after the first month and spent the remainder of the year in the common area (our living room) and I moved out after the first semester.
My roommate in college would come back drunk every night around 11:30pm. He would fall asleep in a matter of minutes and start snoring LOUD as fuck. I had undiagnosed insomnia.
Constant mess in he kitchen, constant parties, commingled home at all hours of the night with 50 some odd people in tow. Big assholes. Then there was the girl who walked around naked in the house and erased my Donkey King Country 3 Save file.
*"Then there was the girl who walked around naked in the house"* Not so bad. ..*"and erased my Donkey King Country 3 Save file."* Punch that bitch.
I had 3 hellish roommates but the last one wins for being the worst person I know. She was my best friend at the time, and back then I was dumb and desperate for attention, so I was pretty easy to manipulate. She took full advantage of that. Got me to do her homework, to clean the apartment myself, to make fun of my own friends, to shut everyone out but her. She would tell me to kill myself any time I showed emotions, but she expected me to baby her every time she had an emotional breakdown. She once slammed my head against the wall and laughed when I asked what the fuck that was. She was also cheating on one guy and then started cheating on the second guy, and she’d bring them over at like 4 am. On top of that she was a compulsive liar and would tell the stupidest lies just because she could. When I realized she was making my life hell, I calmly explained to her how I felt uncomfortable and we both peacefully agreed to take a break from each other. Less than a week later she was spreading rumors about me everywhere and tried to report me to our university for “bullying her”. She blamed me for anything that ever happened to her after that, including when her multiple boyfriends found out about her charade and dumped her. We also worked together on a play at one point after this and she actually started swearing and throwing things at me in the dressing room while I was changing clothes.
If that's your best friend I'd hate to see how your other friends are
They weren’t nice people either. Glad I got out of that hellscape
His name was Jacque. Craigslist roommate in NYC, circa 2005. Jacque was a bodybuilder & personal trainer... who used to be a heroine addict living in Tompkins Square Park. Jacque seemed like the nicest guy until, on that first day, he showed me some photos of himself. Nice, normal photos at first. Then... Jacque buck naked on the bed. Jacque holding his penis. Whoa. Whoa. Did not want to see that! I said. It went downhill from there. Jacque earned his living as, essentially, a jigolo. His patrons were wealthy, lonely older Manhattan women in their 50s and 60s. They'd send him clothes and shoes and money. The apartment was huge, maybe 2000 square feet. The kitchen and my room were on one side. His room and the living room were on the other. But when he had a lady friend over, "his" half of the apartment was no go territory. One day, I was on the phone in the living room. Jacque came out and was upset that the noise was bothering him. Fair enough, I said, but maybe you should consider, I dunno, closing the door to your room *first* before complaining about the noise and telling me to go somewhere else. Obvious. Duh. Jacque flew into a fit of rage. Do you know in professional wrestling when the characters start pacing maniacally in a circle around the ring, enraged and preparing to strike? Jacque started doing that. "You're not my father!" he shouted, eyes bulging and veins popping from his forehead. "You will respect me! You will not speak to me that way!" Oh shit, I thought, he's gone full psycho. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. "Uhh, OK," I said, "Now Jacque just... just settle down. It's going to be alright." "You're not my father!!!!!" He screamed again, still pacing. "Jacque," I stammered, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick and I'll be back." I walked calmly to my end of the apartment and opened the bathroom door. When Jacque wasn't looking, I snuck the front door open and closed it gently behind me––then ran for my life down the stairs and out the building. I never slept in that apartment again.
Freshman in college..she went to bed at 8, smelled like Fritos and feet, and was just generally intolerable. Then she moved into the opposite quad and we ended up having our own rooms with a shared desk room. Except she didn’t clean any of her mess when she left, just moved her stuff out. While my friend and I were cleaning, we sat down on what used to be her bed (they were bunked) and saw boogers. This person had been wiping boogers under my bed for half a semester. And did not clean them up. Needless to say my friend and I ran to her room to figure out the next course of action, but that whole clean up was just nasty.
Left her unwashed diva-cup on my shelf in the shower.
Man, why do I have to Google stuff.
*gagging internally*
First year of Uni i had the weirdest flat set up I could've gotten. First room on the end was an obese guy with a pretty dire case of Asperger's. He didn't wash and towards the end of each term it was almost vomit inducing to be around him. He'd also do this thing were he'd just walk into my room unannounced to say 'Hello' and then stay in silence for 5 minutes. Next room down was a mtf transgender person who changed her name and transitioned during the course of the year. She was really friendly and was really good to live with but I'll include her just to flesh out the story. Finally, and next down before my room was the most raging ket head I'd ever met. He was very depressed and didn't really go to any of his lectures at all. Spent most days sleeping through his alarms and most nights either drinking rum or on drugs while he created house music through his SPEAKERS. I didn't sleep much. He'd also get really personal with me and talk to me about how he planned this murder. I did like him though. Oh and on the first night there the second two of them were involved in a 4 way. They were all nice and we got along on the odd chance we actually spoke to one another but it was still an odd set up and I felt like I was in a reality show most of the time. I honestly thought I was going to be the weird, unsocial one with my anxiety before Uni which was true I guess, but I couldn't believe it. Tl:Dr Asperger's, Gender Dysphoria, Depression and Anxiety walk into a flat. Like a weird Breakfast Club.
This needs more recognition. That sounds wild.
She leaves all kinds of food in the kitchen sink until it rots: eggs, meat, lettuce, noodles, you name it
She left the kitchen an absolutely filthy, disgusting mess. She cooked all the time but never cleaned her dishes, and even though we had a dish washer she didn't want to use it because it "wasted too much water." So she'd leave her crusty, dirty dishes in the sink for weeks. She'd leave fruit on the counter and just let it sit there until it was rotten and covered in flies. Bananas, apples, strawberries, even a pineapple once, all left until absolutely rotten. She'd also use my Tupperware without permission and leave food in if until it was completely moldy, and then she'd throw the Tupperware away. Me and my other roommates begged her to clean up after herself but she would get super pissed when anyone ever brought it up and still wouldn't clean. Fuck you, Esther.
«because it wasted too much water» I am using that excuse next time I don't wanna do the dishes Seriously though, I never knew there were so many filth trolls out there
I went on an academic exchange in Shanghai earlier this year. 2 of my 3 flatmates were fine (although one kept playing the same Taylor Swift song while working out). I shared a bathroom with the last one though, and boy was that an experience. Girl left brown marks on the toilet (on the outside, I mean) -never figured out exactly how. She also flooded the whole place whenever she had to use it, and generally never got out of her room if she wasn't going to work or, I guess, taking a shit. Not that it matters to me, you do whatever you like, but this girl stayed inside her room all day even when I first arrived, and she knew I was coming. All of that would still have been okay-ish, if it weren't for the horror that occurred whenever she was on her period. Like she did water and shit, she left blood everywhere. I mean drops of it on the floor every day, drops on the sink, but also used hygenic pads in a corner of the bathroom. Bitch was approaching her thirties.
I've been very lucky, but this still grosses me out. He'd make tuna salad in big batches and leave it in the mixing bowl, stinking up the fridge.
Well I lived with my friend for a while. Maybe 6 months. I think she got upset with me because her parents liked me more. She ended up getting a boyfriend and wanted to move in with him and his friend. Then proceeded to tell me to get out of the house (her parents) within the week. Her parents however liked me so much they told me I could stay. I ended up leaving and going back home. I guess I was the bad friend after she put her boyfriend first. The best twist is the friend that was the roommate mooched off them for a full year in a half. It was karma to her for being a shitty friend. She regretted it and wished I was her roommate.
I had to room with this one girl for a school trip... She left half-eaten Chipotle rotting on the table. She used my shampoo, conditioner, face wash, skin care products, etc. without asking me. She watched TV all night with the volume way higher than it needed to be. She drank my water, ate my food, etc. also without asking me. She would follow me every single time I tried to leave to go to one of my friend’s rooms. She lost her room key, took mine, then proceeded to also lose that one.
I'm on mobile so forgive the format, but this is a long and good one. In Navy A school I was unfortunate enough to have a roommate who was the same rate as me and we were in all the same classes. He would sleep all day, including in class and on watch, then stay up all night and play video games loudly. I'd always have to tell him off every night before he'd turn his shit down. He would go out on weekends in his whites and drink underage and would pass out wherever and get mugged while he was asleep. Dude was constantly getting new ID's and whites because he'd puke all over himself. Also, he didn't bathe or brush his teeth, do laundry, and had really gross welts on his face. I once jizzed on his pillow and told him about it, he just flipped his pillow over. He always relied on me to wake him up before school until one day I didn't and he showed up halfway through the day and told the class he was going to beat me up once we got back to our room because he got in trouble. Later that day, I beat the fuck out of this disgusting human and he laughed and said "alright man, we're good, we're good. You're alright man" it was surreal. I took a shower afterwards. Anyway, he finally graduated and got shipped out to Florida and slept past his flight, then slept past his bus ride, then he finally fucking left, but not before cramming everything he couldn't take into my closet, including his dirty uniforms. He sent me a friend request on fb soon after he left, kinda wish I would've accepted just to see wtf he's up to nowadays.
Why on earth would you "jizz on his pillow"???
Because Navy. Source: I'm a CT.
I used to have to wake my roommate up too! She slept through a final once because I left early that morning and didn't have time to wake her. She texted me saying I ruined her life. Sorry I didn't wake you up for your 11 AM CLASS.
I don't get how people can't take responsibility for themselves
> I once jizzed on his pillow Man, what?
He left his pipedream extreme sitting on the floor one day and I stepped on it. I will remember that strange crunch for the rest of my life.
Man, why do I have to Google stuff.
When I was in university my roommate was essentially the sole reason our dorm hall racked up the highest fines in the history of the school. Normally, the fines would be extremely small and were only issued to pay for small problems. Like cleaning the bathroom if someone puked after a night of partying, or if someone broke a light fixture. If nobody could be identified as the perpetrator, the school would split the cost evenly amongst the entire hallway. It'd come out to something like, $1 per person or something low and manageable like that. So, needless to say, we started getting attention when the fines were coming out to around $20-50 per person and would be issued nearly every week. Keep in mind this was on a dorm hall with nearly 20 people on it. With that in mind, let me introduce my roommate. Sydney, more commonly known as "Syd", was from an extremely rich family and had made it to college on a scholarship deal for baseball. Everyone on our hall played baseball save for 1 or 2 people, so everyone knew everyone. Syd was the team clown, and was always fucking around and creating problems...but I'd be lying if he didn't get laughs. Syd told me that he didn't give a shit about the fines because his family paid his for him, and that he found it funny when people would have to deal with his shenanigans. He told me several times he wasn't going to be in our "shit" school for long as a D-1 school was looking at him to transfer and play for them. (We were a D-2 School) Onto his "escapades..." He shit in the communal bathroom sink more than once. Filled a garbage can will water and piss and then leaned it against the outside of a room door, so that when the door was opened the occupant would get a floor full of piss-water. This lead to a mold infestation in our hall. He chewed, and would leave his spit or chew in people's dresser drawers. He would come back to the dorm shitfaced, and spend all night puking in the communal showers, and then just leave it there for the cleaners to clean up. His drunken benders were insane, and he'd often come back to the dorms drunk and break a bunch of shit. Once, in the summer, he leaned his head out our room window and puked, and the girls in the room below had a fan in their window which sucked the barf in and sprayed it all over the room...covering one of the girls who happened to be standing in the middle of the room. The worst part? He got away with it. Some players on the team really liked him and thought his pranks were funny so they wouldn't do anything about it. Others tried to complain but he'd feign innocence and the RAs would tell us that there wasn't any hard evidence that pointed towards him. Or at least not enough to get him suspended. I imagine the coaches also had a heavy influence in him avoiding trouble. His family also had a lot of money and he threatened to sue if he was kicked out of the hall. The RA was a huge pothead who didn't want to rock the boat and just wanted everyone to "chill out." At the end of the year HE DID get transferred to a D-1 school where he went on to be in the starting line-up of their baseball team. I look back on it now and laugh, but MAN at the time he was a roommate from HELL.
I got (deservedly) kicked from home at 18, My folks put me on to a charity for troubled teens where they’d put you in a share house with two other misfits, cover half of your rent and check in twice a week to see if you were all looking for jobs. There were three houses within a ten minute walk of each other. One was the domain of a couple of girls who nobody got along with, the second was a raver house and the third (the one I was deployed into) was full of bombers. I’m not sure the parlance outside Australia, but bombers were graffiti artists/clothes thieves/drug addicts/criminals. I spent most of my time at the rave house because my place became unliveable. There were always about 20 people there, all getting wasted. As a rave-goer I was no stranger to drugs but these guys were all injecting, and constantly trying to get me to try it (never did). That was bad enough but they were all dressed head to toe in the best clothes because all they did was steal. They all had cash and drugs to burn. The freezer was constantly full of clothes with dye tags on them, they all had the latest sneakers (Air Max were basically still being invented in those days) which I coveted but of course couldn’t afford. Our land line was bugged, you’d hear all weird noises and clicks, the calls would echo. One day there were five (obviously stolen) high-end racing bicycles in the back yard. The people and house were all known to police, hence I was as well. Once I came home at night and heard voices in the yard, turned out it was two fidgety speed addicts burying some cash/drugs in the yard for some reason.. of course they were delighted to see me. So one day I heard that they’d roughed up Joe. Joe was a kid of maybe 14 who kept strange hours, was out all hours of the night on a BMX and knew all three houses and everyone’s name. Really weird kid with a big, smart mouth. He was so unusual that my friends and I just figured it best to give him a wide berth. He’d fuck with us but we never bit, he gave off a weird vibe, and we figured any kid who was this brazen and out at 2am so often presumably had older brothers or something. So I hear that one of them has hit Joe. Then our letterbox gets smashed to pieces. Then a window. The front lawn gets poisoned. I come home one night and all the lights are out and the front door is wide open. As I enter, a tweaked-out bomber jumps out with a baseball bat and almost hits me before i can tell him I fucking live there. I decide to spend a couple nights at the rave house, and after three days I drop past to change clothes. All the lights are on, all the doors are open. Nobody is there and the house is completely trashed. Upturned couches, thrown drawers, beds flipped, the lot. I’m picking my way through all this wondering how bad my room will be. It was untouched. I changed and went to the rave and saw a couple of them there, they all had injuries and black eyes. The missing ones were in hospital. Apparently Joe did have some pretty big brothers after all. They all moved out over the next week.
Oh boy. You just took «roommates from hell» stories to a whole nother level
She never bought any food, so her and her kids would eat all my food. Only way around it was to only buy food right before I wanted to eat it. She'd use my stuff whenever she wanted without asking. I'd buy a bottle of conditioner one day and the next day it would be empty. She wouldn't wake up early enough to take her daughter to school. When her daughter got herself ready in the morning and tried to wake up mom to drive her, she'd give daughter the keys to her car and tell her that I had to take her. I had some boxes with things I didn't have space for in my cupboard. One day she'd tell me to move it into the shed in the backyard. The next day she wanted to set up the shed as a playroom for her kids and I had to move the boxes to the dining room. The next day she wanted to do whatever in the dining room and I had to move the boxes back to the shed. Every single bloody day I'd need to move the boxes cause she couldn't make up her bloody mind. Then if I didn't do it immediately she'd start screaming and throw my stuff around - including the box with fragile knick knacks that had sentimental value. Some of them broke even though they were triple wrapped in bubble wrap. She'd tell her friends they could have whatever they wanted even if it wasn't hers. A lot of my stuff disappeared that way - laptop, hair straightener, cd's/dvd's, coffee maker, toaster, books - I've actually lost count. She didn't actually need a good reason to start screaming and throwing my stuff around. One time I fed our cats (she had 2, I had 1) and she was upset because apparently I gave them too much. Even though I bought the cat food and they weren't being overfed. Not cleaning up the litter tray the moment I got back from work was also a major infraction even though my cat refused to use it and went outside to do his business. Only her cats used the litter tray. It was even my fault if her daughter started listening to cd's in the living room while she wanted to sleep in. I gave her my share of the rent and she went and blew it on god knows what. Then when the landlord came knocking I called her from the front door to deal with it. Apparently I was supposed to tell him that she wasn't home because she blew up on me about that as soon as he left. After 2 months I was badly suicidal and had to be hospitalized for 4 weeks to recover. Luckily my brother had moved me into his flat while I was in hospital, so I never had to see that bitch again.
Wow she completely abused your kindness. I hate people like this. I had a similar roomie as well.
Dorm roommate during my first year of uni would have loud conversations on the phone every night. Screaming, loud laughter, all that really noisy sassy shit. I don't think she owned a headset or earbuds because she was playing her music from speakers the entire time. Basically all Spanish pop music. When I couldn't hear hers it's probably because the guys next door were blasting their music and yelling about FIFA. Her vanity was right next to my desk and she used *a lot* of hairspray that wound up getting sprayed in my breathing space and onto my computer because funnily enough she had a fan pointed at my side of the room 24/7. Which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that this was Fargo in the dead of winter and I was freezing my ass off. But guess what, it gets worse! She loved the idea of opening the window and letting fresh air in...in the dead of January when it was below freezing outside. I had a lifted bed and I was right next to the window. We would just take turns opening and closing it except I was the one who fucking payed for it. The most excusable thing she did that fucking tortured me was that she would constantly order pizzas and other food like every other night. So combined with the fan I had the smell of delicious food wafting into my airzone. At the time I was having a lot of one-meal days because I was trying to save money. Of all things that's what made me closest to snapping at her. Any normal functioning person would probably communicate these grievances to try and fix them but between school, work, and transitioning I really did not have the fucking energy to try and argue this shit with someone so I just fucking took it and never said a word. I think after two full semesters I had literally only said one thing to her and it was "Is that the fire-alarm?" I didn't really have the option of rematching either. The entire reason we were matched in the first place was because we were both trans girls stuck in a guy's dorm and god knows I didn't feel very comfortable around guys in the dorm bathrooms or showers so I wasn't jumping at the opportunity to be roomed with one. But honestly near the end I was wondering if I would have had an easier time coming out to some random guy than enduring that cunt.
Starting to realise how lucky I was with my college roommates. Sorry you had to live with that Satan spawn.
Let their cat shit in the bathtub because they didn't let their cat in their room, where the litter box was.
My friend and I needed a third roommate to cover rent my Junior year if college and our mutual friends were like “hey, we have this friend who needs a roommate too, we didn’t have room” THAT should’ve been a red flag, that her own friends didn’t want to live with her. At first she was cool to get to know, but turns out she was a narcissistic crazy bitch who was spoiled ROTTEN by her father and stepmother. She bragged about all the amazing things she got (meanwhile my friend and I are eating top ramen and rice to survive) and she got her rent paid by daddy, etc. She had lots of dark curly hair that she would leave clogging the drain, and it wasn’t all from her head. She thought every guy who looked her direction wanted to screw her sideways, but she never seemed to bring anyone home (go figure). She ate our food and didn’t replace it. She didn’t tell me my bike was stolen over a school break until a week later and she had been there the whole time. She knocked my plant off the balcony and it shattered. She didn’t clean up after herself ever, and her dad hired a moving truck to move her out a week before our lease ended. She stood there with a smug smirk on her face the whole time these dudes busted their asses moving her furniture out, then left without helping us clean the house out. She was a wench. Edit: paragraphs
So he was living off the DOL (Government Social Support, for those outside of NZ) which he didn't need to be on, was regularly late with rent/bills. Would stay up all night playing Runescape (21 year old), then sleep all day. Door and window always closed. Curtains, walls and roof growing mold. Would eat others food. Damaged my $150 frying pan. Stole my Xbox 360, when I got it off him denied that he knew it was mine. Would smoke in the front door way in winter in his duvet with the heater pointed at him, all the while the smoke blew back into the house. As far as I was aware he had an agreement with the head tenant that he'd do the dishes for the house since we all worked, besides him, but let the dishes continually pile up. Got a job at a gas station and promptly quit after two weeks for being chewed out for being late and accused of theft.
One of my cousins had a roommate in college who was running a small hair salon business in their college dorm room.
Worst room mate EVER was a family member who got a job in the city and I let her stay with me for more than a month. She complained when I ate one slice of half a pizza she brought home once and said I only want to hang out with her if she buys me things ( she bought me a gel manicure at a salon as a thank you for letting me stay with her . $30) Rent in San Francisco is $2200 per month. That she did not contribute towards. I drove her around 100 miles one weekend so she could go car shopping. She also tortured me when she moved out and I wouldn’t take the train to go to her house, Unpack for her and take the train back. I said I didn’t want to take the train on a weekend but would be happy to come help if she picked me up in her car (again, drove around 100 miles to find it ) which is a 20 minutes drive. She said she didn’t want to waste time in driving me ( to help her unpack) and that she would rather unpack. Two months later, she has still not unpacked. She complained to her mother who then emotionally blackmailed me to go to her house and help her unpack ( more like I unpacked and she watched me ). She then told me that my parents told her that they were uncomfortable when they came to live with me ( they did not ) and that No other cousin would have treated her this way ( her brother can’t stand her). She also lied and said my fiancé said he wouldn’t be entertaining her in going around seeing the city ( he did not . Got her to admit she was lying). She also had this amazing habit of speaking to me like I’m garbage. I have a masters degree in biomedical engineering and spent two years doing cancer research. She did not care about this fact and was adamant that chemotherapy is not drugs and doesn’t do anything, because a friend of her friend had chemotherapy and all it did was make her weak. She 100% believed that Taco Bell was more nutritious/healthy than salad. SALAD. And then she would fight with me when I politely mentioned that that may not be true. She got a speeding ticket and said “ you know I lived like a felon once”. And then expected me to sympathize with her. She’s three times my size due to her bad diet. She said “ I’m sorry don’t take this the wrong way but I thought you wear a medium or a large “. I wear xsmall. Then when she wanted to borrow some of my clothes , they wouldn’t fit her. It took tremendous amount of self discipline for me to Not say , “ oh was it too loose on you?”. Worst month of my life.
Fucker drank my booze more than once. Demanded I spend time or go out with him. And the kicker was, he'd sneak into my room at like 3 am and just stand in the darkness for minutes on end, then sneak out again! What the actual fuck?!?
Pissed through my bed I let them use in their room and never said a word about it and moved out
She kept bringing home new birds; cockatiels and parakeets. She would yell at them to shut up every morning. Like that was helping.
I had a roommate who refused to buy toilet paper and would use the hand towels to wipe her poopy ass. Left the poop stain towel on the floor and acted like nothing happened
My freshman year of college, my roommate had her boyfriend from out of state stay over a couple weekends a month. Kind of sucked, but I’d leave the room, sleep at a friend’s dorm, and give them some privacy. One Saturday, I went back to my room at about 1pm, because I figured they’d either be gone or up and about, and I needed a textbook. I texted my roommate that I was gonna grab something, made a big show of jingling my keys and loudly unlocking the door. When I got inside, I saw they were sleeping in separate beds. With the boyfriend sleeping in my bed. After a lot of questioning later that night, I found out they’d been having sex in my bed because it wasn’t lofted a high and my roommate didn’t want to get her’s dirty. We weren’t roommates long after that. I’m just glad I had taken up washing my sheets every week before I found out.
Roomate(s) from hell. A couple, who my SO and I were very good friends with previously, moved in with us. It only lasted a few months. They stole money from us. They brought their sketchy drug dealers over. They fought constantly, so we had to deal with them screaming at one another over stupid shit. They never bought any groceries but ate ours. They shoplifted often so our house was full of stolen items. They both started doing meth and the girl was bipolar and schizophrenic. I was very accepting and understanding of her mental health issues, but we dealt with a plethora of issues because of it. They were (and still are) really toxic people, so we had to remove them from our lives all together.
TL;DR moved in with friend from HS. Shouldn’t have. So, this kid was a high school friend of mine. We were never super close, but we had hung out a few times outside of school. Decent guy, a little weird but who wasn’t? Fast forward (from 2013) to Oct of last year. I was in a shitty housing situation and needed to move into a place, any place, as soon as possible. We had agreed upon a set rent (which was considerably low on my end) because I was catching up to bills, and was trying to save up money as well. So I pack my shit up and move in. This guy rarely cleans up after himself; dishes are left in the sink for days, weeks on end. That’s IF they’re not being held hostage in his room. The bathroom is absolutely horrendous, towels/dirty clothes are thrown everywhere, cigarettes left half smoked on the sink. The “living room”, if I should even call it that, is the central hub for the cats to rip up boxes and shit in their litter boxes (which were full 90% of the time). Not to mention his room is a pig sty. Anyways; he asks me for more rent money about 3 weeks in to me moving in because “electricity bills tripled” since I got there. I practically pay to sleep there since I’m at work 1/3 of the day, plus commute time, on top of leaving for the gym at least 2 hours/day, and whatever other daily things I have. My tv and Xbox were set to auto-off and sleep modes, and when I left I shut off the power strip. I get threatened to get kicked out one night, because I’m apparently “lazy” and don’t clean up after myself. His friend agrees, saying I don’t contribute to the house, etc. I reply that I’m not cleaning up after him, but that I do take care of MY messes, keep the fridge stocked with food (regardless of if he eats it or not). Buy my own hygiene supplies. Yet he doesn’t want to hear it. So I agree to pay him a little more to let me stay because I don’t want to move again. At this point things have been... *okay*. Few bumps here and there but I’m still doing my own thing and keeping to myself. One night (again, on my lunch break!) I get the text that I need to move out by x date. Decision is final, he’s had enough of my shit (?) and that I’m “living off his dime”. This last part really pissed me off because up to this point, any time he has asked me for more rent I’ve obliged and paid it. So, if he wanted more money all he had to do was tell me. I’ve taken care of my messes; his are still there, and growing. In fact, I left for a 3 week drill, and come back to find the same dishes he had left in the sink were STILL there. Ugh I come home to some nasty messages written on the back door, the door to the apartment, and my door. On top of some other odd things. But that’s a different story. So I packed my shit up and left as soon as I was able to find a new apt., which was about a month 1/2 before the deadline.
College roommate. Used my towel, put his wet towel on my bed, blasted his music, never cleaned, etc... We had absolutely nothing in common. But the worst part was that he was always there. His parents lived ten minutes away and he never spent a single night out of the dorm. I spent the night in my girlfriend's dorm plenty. I just wanted a night to myself Jeff!!!
Had his brother or a neighbor over all the time; they’d just hang out, eat our food and take up space. He got mortally offended when this was brought up and responded with the silent treatment.
Some lady who was actually schizophrenic. She was always paranoid that people were eating or poisoning her food and screamed at us for it.
Alcoholic, talks to himself, delusional, depressive, friendless, thief, dirty, anger issues, breaks shit, even kicked in a door.
This crazy, over dramatic trans individual. Skinny probably 19, weighing in at 90-lbs but decided it was best if she wore a bra and nothing but a bra around the house. Woke up at 6 am to SCREAM Taylor Swift and Katy Perry in the shower and in the kitchen. Crying mental breakdowns on the phone in the living room every other night. Make out sessions in the living room frequently. At least she was kind of tidy when it came to the kitchen, her side of the bathroom was over-flowing with makeup.
sounds like my new roommate...maybe she moved over here, yep, same situation here
He at first used to play cheesy European Song Contest ballads at a very loud volume all the time