My Shitty Wrath
I just confronted my roommate, lets call him SC.
To start, I just want to state, that if you know me, you KNOW I’m a lazy lazy man, I abhor doing groceries, so I like to stock up once every couple months and this isn’t about the money either. Knowing this…
I’m not a confrontational guy, I’m actually a pretty big pushover, very relaxed and lenient and considerate of others in a living situation (a bit too considerate, making me a pu**y usually). In my last roommate situation we had a guy who would always eat our food. I mean, sharing food is fine by me, hell, I’m all for it, but this guy would literally eat all of our junk food at 4am. After a while we had to talk with him…didn’t really help, but at least I wasn’t alone.
Well this time, I’m the only one (of us 3) that keeps my cabinet full of food, the other guy just has cereal and ravioli and small things here and there (his work pays for most of his meals), but he does groceries every now and then and buys things for the apartment as well (paper towels, etc) and we share milk usually, he always lets me know if he grabbed something of mine to eat, even after the fact, that’s cool with me, don’t care. SC literally only has a Gatorade and is the messiest person I have ever met. I literally have to close the door to his room because I can’t stand the smell in the hall. Worst part? I share a bathroom with him…I don’t think he’s a hand washer. How can I tell? He pisses with the bathroom door open. I’ll talk with him about that another day, once today passes.
So SC is messy as shit, fine, big deal, annoying as hell, but I can deal since my room is clean at least. But he eats my food ALL the time and he has never asked, not once. I’m not talking about grabbing some cookies or something and then letting me know later. I’m talking about opening up a new bag of [junk], eating ALL of it, and putting it back in my cabinet and never mentioning it to me. Shit man, I don’t know you well enough for you to assume that shit like that flies with me. He’s been doing this since the month I moved in.
Now for the past few weeks I haven’t said anything, hoping a light bulb would go off in his head, but that never really happens does it? So today after he literally left me crumbs, I had a talk with him. I don’t mind talking shit to people, I do it all the time if they annoy me, but not to people I have work or live with, since I’m going to see them all the time and things get too weird. I tried to be assertive, don’t think it worked, but at least he knows what I was thinking now. He didn’t offer me $$ for the food, like the last roommate, which is good, he understands why I was upset, it isn’t about the damn money, it’s about having my food available when I want to eat it and not having to worry about it.
Dude, I’ve got a few other stories about his dickery (thanks to rydw i for exposing me to that word). But that will have to wait…probably when he pisses me off again or I get bored. On the bright side, at least I’m not a complete pu**y like Deeds with her old roommates.
To come…
The Morning Incident
[Something I can't really talk about since it's illegal and this blog "supposedly" goes to the world]
The First Time It Happened
What The…? I Was Watching That
The Bathroom Sink
Oh That HAS To Be Him…And It Is
…and tons of other little things that I’m probably going to exaggerate about to make me look like the “good guy”.
Update:
He came up to me an hour later and offered to buy me the food he ate…he doesn’t get it either. Damn. Why can’t these guys just buy food for themselves instead of expecting us to be their grocery liaisons? Shit, well, 8 months to go…maybe.
Update II:
Double shit, I just read over this again. I sound like a selfish p*ick. Well, no use censoring my own blog posts.