I ask for so much. but then I feel like I ask for nothing at all -
I hate when my roommate knocks on the door for literally 10 minutes straight just so I can open the door for her when her keys are in her pocket. she’s not even sure if I’m in the room or that i’m doing my homework due in 10 minutes. she’ll just keep knocking.
I hate when my roommate lets people stay over till like 2am when I’m like…whut. I hate when she lets them eat all my food when I’m not there and then asks me if it was ok, proceeding with an apology. but at that point what am i supposed to do? tell her to make them barf it back up again?
I hate the fact that I don’t think she knows how to clean. Like…I’m not joking.
and i hate the fact that she gives more than she can chew. because then she waits for me or someone else to pick up the pieces. and let her borrow a sweater because she gave away the only one she had. or when she gives away her backpack, but she doesn’t have another to spare and she needs to use one as well. I don’t get it. there is compassion and generosity, and then there’s stupidity, no?
I live with an idiot. Who’s not paying for any rent.
Therefore, I’m an idiot as well.
If I ask you…
"Did you use that pan?"
And you ask me, “Didn’t you just use it? You just ate”
Are you an idiot. Why would I ask you if I had used it myself. Where is the common sense in any of that. Where is the SENSE in any of that. I wonder if you hear yourself think sometimes. Or if you think at all, if it’s a capability….
Wanna know why when we enter our room, it stinks? You seem to be able to rinse a few easy dishes here and there, but you never wash the damn greasy pans you use. For days, for hours…until the smell wafts into my bedroom and everywhere else. And when I’m in a rush to eat something and have to use a pan? Grease.
More than 80% of the time I go and reach for the damn pan, MY damn frying pan, it’s sitting on the stove with grease and leftover food smoldering in our room temperature kitchen.
Learn how to fucking clean up for yourself. LEARN something. In school, in life….how have you survived this long??? Did it take you a while to understand the basics in life as well? I thought these were basics too, but apparently not. Incredibly annoyed and feeling like you’re a waste of my time because I CANNOT and WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO explain every single common sense mannerism to you? Why? Why? Who in the hell has the time for that?
I don’t even like you using my stuff. Touching my food. Breathing the same air as me. I feel like even if you moved to Alaska at this point, I would still hate the fact we were on the same continent. So the fact you’re living scott-free in the living room with all your crap everywhere?
Automatically makes me hate you. Not because you’re just there. But you’re rude. You’re ignorant. You have no common sense. And you believe one rumor created you to have absolutely no friends. Really?
If you had any friends or anyone who remotely gave a shit, they would have stuck by your side and been with you. So even before the rumor, you had problems. And no one gave a fuck.
Frankly, you’re not worth it. If you were polite and truly making an effort, of course I wouldn’t mind.
But you’re not a hopeless cause.
You’re just a fucking idiot.
If you want me to give you a chance - to understand…
What the hell do you think I’m doing with all the 218939182389123 conversations we have. Every time I explain something to you and see that blank look in your eyes. Or see you just playing on your phone instead of listening to me, or TELLING me you get it but doing the exact opposite regardless….
SHOW me you’re trying. Don’t say it with words and expect the end of October to be ‘whatever’. You fucking bitch. I want you out so bad…but I care more about my relationship with my roommate than I do about you. It just sucks I have to be uncomfortable in my own home because of your presence.
Who in their right mind would stay an extra 2 months at someone else’s apartment when the owners told them it’s exhausting/frustrating/impossible to live with them? Would you not move out for those mere facts in the first place, to salvage what’s left of the relationship?
I don’t know. I’ve never interacted with a species like this.