Roommate Rant! (#1 place to go to rage about your hellish roommates)

I love one of my roommates (I'm out to him). He's like my best friend at my university. I wish I could say the same about the other. He's a lazy slob who's so self-obsessed that he can't see how his actions affect anyone but himself. He thinks he knows everything and insists upon demonstrating his supposed superior intellect (ironically, he's usually wrong) to everyone around.

This past weekend he was gone. I haven't had such an enjoyable weekend in a long, long time.

 

Well I told one roomate, out of three (my brother), that I like the boys and now he is saying it isn't fair to the two other guys living with us to not know about me. He's "given" me till the end of the month or he is outing me himself. O and did I mention same rules apply to my extremely religious mother and insanely macho father? Yeah and it gets better, he is my twin. So he's using the "identical DNA" argument saying it has to be a choice. So yeah that's my roomate problem.

 

Uh, you don't have identical DNA. Tell your brother (fearing for his own sexuality, how full of yourself can one person be?) that he needs to grab a science book that's not 20 years old.

He's also apparently thinking that the other two roommates need to "protect" themselves from your ferocious gay-itis. Grr, I really want to smack your brother. Try punching yourself in the face - he'll feel it, right, because twins have exactly the same emotions? If I come over and stomp him in the nads, does that mean you have to go the hospital too?

/rage

 

I just don't see what he gains by telling other people. It makes me crazy that he is doing this to me. And now that he told my two sisters they agree with him. They say I shouldn't be hiding it, if this is how I am I need to tell everyone apparently and live with the repercussions. So much for family support.

 

First off I just want to say that cleanliness is a rather subjective term.

I've lived in a variety of places during my studies -- dorms, hostels, couches, sharehouses, solo living -- and I consider myself to be a fairly clean guy. Yeah I shower, shave, and brush everyday. I do the dishes before they pile up and there has rarely been an occasion where food has spoiled on my watch. That being said I am a bit of slouch for cleaning at times--there are times where I just throw my clothes on the floor of my own room, sometimes where I forget to wash a dish or two (but always seem to find them right afterwards-so frustrating), and I don't consider it necessary to coat the bathroom with cleaning stuff every other week. I've with roommates almost peeing on me while I am sleeping, blowing up the rice cooker, breaking table chairs, passing out naked in their own piss in the living room, and a few other stories - and I still got along great with them. For the most part I thought I could get along with most people.

Well, last semester I had a roommate that shook my confidence in all that. Before we begin I think he had/has aspergers with a touch of ADHD. Just saying.
He was a german exchange student doing research in something chemistry related. We had made up a roster for cleaning duties--with the essentials being the bathroom cleaned every other week, do your own dishes, and clean up after yourself generally. I thought this was agreeable--until he started complaining about how I cleaned.


He didn't like the way that I had done the dishes--so he did them again and passive-aggressively wrote post-it notes to that effect about it.
When I started to hide my own dishes in my room so he couldn't blame me for the state of the dishes he then started blaming me for not doing the dishes in general (his dishes in effect).
He didn't like the way that I cleaned the bathroom -- so I got post-it notes to that effect. too.
When I didn't clean up after a party that he had hosted for his friends--post it notes to that effect.
When I didn't clean the bathroom on my rostered week because I was out of town for the entire month -- post it notes all over the place when I got back.
When I folded his clothes because I wanted to use the drying rack - post it notes too.

On top of all that the guy went through a roll of toilet paper every single day (what the hell was he using it for)(and wanted us to 'share' the cost for the toilet paper), never left his room while I was in the apartment, and spoke only when he felt like yelling at me for the entire semester.

Yeah it was that bad. So I always try to cut other people a bit of slack and learn to live with a bit of mess--it is better for everyones health that way anyway.

 

when he takes a dump, he just leaves it there!!! my god, learn how to use a toilet and flush!!!

he is such a slob when he eats. i swear, 1/3rd of the food ends up outside the bowl, instead of in his mouth.

Also, when I am at class, I am fairly sure he farts on my pillows!!!

if he knocks something off the shelf, he doens't put it back where it belongs!!!

and a few days ago, he crawled in bed with me, and had a nightmare, and scratched me up real bad.

I am glad I had him fixed! it saves the world the horrific prospect of more of him running around.

 

Ya know, when I tell people I live full time in an RV trailer, they look at me like I stepped off of planet Venus. They cannot fathom why i would live in a small (24' long) trailer, by myself.

Well, The above stories are just partly why, but here is mine.

Almost a decade ago, I moved, with my then gf, to a small city in southern alberta, where I had arranged a place to live. It was a lot less than advertised - the building was a barn that was converted into what was laughingly called a house. the downstairs was the landlord and landlady; both of whom did and sold pot - by the pound. Yes, you read me right. The upstairs was a common living room, kitchen, bathroom, and FOUR bedrooms, each housing one or two people (i got the smallest of the four as that was all i could afford). I spent 6 months dealing with the daily (i worked nights) drama there, as EVERYONE there partied hard, toked harder, and generally wrecked the place on a nightly basis. The RCMP were constantly monitoring the place; only leaving me alone after meeting me once and seeing my Yukon drivers license and plate on my van.

One such example was a wednesday night/thurs morning. I got home at my usual 2 am, and by 3 I was in bed - despite the party raging on in the living room. I dont clearly recall, but according to the now ex, not quite an hour later, a drunk stoned party goer kicked the bedroom door in (supposedly looking for the bathroom), and before the door had bounced off the wall, I had gone from a dead sleep to standing nose to nose with the drunkard forcing him out without even touching him. Many, many, MANY nights were spent with the window wide open, desperately trying to get fresh air in as the entire building reeked of pot. I was NOT sorry to leave that place.

In the 12 plus years I have lived on my own (rather away from my parents), I have lived in a room of a shared suite, rented an appartment, rented a house, and a few things in between where somehow I was sharing. When I first moved out from home, I lived inside a smaller old Dodge van for several months, and loved it. The past five years now I have owned my own RV trailer and rented the land it was parked on - and I LOVE it.

Should I get neighbors I dont like? To Hades with em; I hook on my car or truck (either can tow my trailer) and I MOVE. The trailer, and everything IN it, is *MINE*; and i dont owe ANY money on ANY of it. Is it a mess? Yea usually; I am something of a pack-creature I freely admit; and more so when its winter. As things stand, I am parked on a family friend's property, with plans to move to a park opening in the spring - where I will likely stay for a couple years till I can afford a piece of land to build my own place.

Never Again will I do the shared space; unless I am either sleeping with them or they are my offspring or direct family.

 

OH MY GOD
I like my roommates. Really.
but


OH MY GOD

DUDE
IT IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS WHAT IS ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN
GTFO DUDE


GTFO

 

My roommate takes about 3-4 days to do dishes. Like, he literally leaves his dishes soaking in water for 3-4 days, periodically stopping to wipe down a plate or something. He also doesn't really care much about taking out garbage and recycling. Oh, he also uses his stereo system when listening to music rather than headphones, which in my opinion is a bit inconsiderate, but it's not really a problem as long as I can sleep at night. I might just be the kind of person who can't really live with other people, though. xD

 

My first roommate was terrible. She refused to talk to me when I came out to her. So for two weeks it was really awkward in my room. My new roommate is awesome. She is totally ok with my sexuality. My only problem with her is that she talks to her boyfriend REALLY loud on the phone. It gets old real quick. I usually just go in the longue when she is talking on the phone now.

 

My only complaint? 4am Skype calls that I can (almost) make out through my walls. I'm sure I could hear all the conversation if I was more than half-awake and standing closer (my bed is on the other end of the room).

Oh, and when his girlfriend comes to visit. They're loud. I was told that half of those times were 'massages', though I'm not inclined to believe it, and don't really want to think more about it to be honest. :x

 

OMG, amazing idea for a thread!

I think I'm also one of those people that can't live with anyone else. xD

I've always had some type of issue with a housemate in the past 3 years of my college life. Most of it pertains to dishes/kitchen and bathroom cleanliness. I just can't understand why they don't clean up after themselves. It's not hard. >_>

 

This entire thread is the sole reason as to why I'll never live on a college campus or be roommates with someone else (besides a potential romantic partner). After living with 3 women who perpetually seem to be PMS-ing and annoy me to no end, I've grown quite tired of living with people. :lol:

Plus...I'm not really a people person. XD

 

Lol I loved all my room mates.

But they did have odd sleeping habits such as farting and making sexual noises in their sleep. Not their fault though :lol:

 

Please tell my roommates this. Today, I had to clean up what seemed like a week's worth of dishes that they had piled up in and around the sink. :tantrum: