Roomates!
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Loading ...Over the past summer I’ve been literally ripped off by every one of my roomates, ALL people I’d thought were ‘friends’, all people who were out for nothing but a free ride, and when that free ride was over fucked like a mother fucker.
Some of these people, I’d helped out more than others, one in particular. His way of thanking me? Rearranging my shit in the living room so that it fit HIS needs (not mine), blasting me out of the living room 24/7 with HIS music or sounds (I couldn’t even fucking think!), mooching off of me for 2, 3 months until I finally said no more, being entirely disrespectful to EVERYONE in the house, the list goes on and on.
An example:
One afternoon, a call came in. The call wasn’t for him, it was on a line that both he and one of the other roomates shared. His response: Yell down the vent (when he knows the other roomate has his headphones on), and continue talking to the person. Now, granted, he knew the person, but he had no right (none) usurping that person’s phone call, and not even bothering to give the person the call was FOR a chance to get on the phone. Had it not been for me, the person would have never known he had a call and would have been not happy Common sense would dictate that if someone called and said ‘let me speak to so and so please’, that person is allowed to speak to so and so without someone else butting in on the conversation. Gee, you think?
Another example, different roomate, but it’s still the same shit, common fucking sense:
Dishes get washed when you’re done with them (not days later when you ‘feel like it’). Try telling that to Eric though, who refuses to wash his dishes for DAYS after he’s done cooking. They just sit there in the sink and grow mold and shit on them. I mean, let’s get REAL here!!!! They’re NOT your dishes first of all, and secondly I’d personally rather NOT have bugs crawling around my kitchen! Disgusting!!!
Ahh, yes, and then we have the most brilliant one of all, the one who takes everything into his room, eats it, then buries the fucking dishes. I swear, every damn time I went down there I came up with another ‘dish’ that was randomly down there. And he wonders why I got so upset when my dishes come up missing!!!
Were there good times? Ye’r damn right, there always are. Countless good times, yet when it comes down to it, the good times did not outweigh the bad, hell, the good times didn’t even equal the bad. No, the good times were so much fewer than the bad that it’s not funny. A general lack of respect was given to myself, who pays 100% of the bills ultimately, no matter who pays me or doesn’t pay me. When these people were told to get their shit together, I got jumped like a mother fucker, because THEY didn’t want to do it. I mean, I’ve had to put up with my share of shit in my day, but god fucking damn!
Going into everything, everyone was great, we were all conversing quite well, we were friends. Yeah, we had disagreements, like everyone will, but then people just started having to butt their noses in where it didn’t belong. People had to *censored* and pisss and moan when I gave deadlines, or they refused to do what was needed. Essentially, TOM got left paying the bills, they just sat along for a free mother fucking ride. When asked to pay more (one fucking time), one’s response was NO, I’m not going to, because everyone ELSE is more important to you, and I don’t HAVE to pay you anything.
So, how does all of this leave me feeling? Hurt, used, quite withdrawn, and definitely upset. Monies never were paid that should have been, people just skipped fucking town without picking up their shit, leaving their room so nasty it’s not crazy, leaving a bill WELL over $300, yet they just refuse to pay. I hate being responsible, really I do, yet, nobody else can be as responsible as myself. When it comes down to it, that’s the out and out truth.Bills are paid on time, and rent is paid on time. Everything marches to a drummer that’s quite well taken care off. That way I don’t have to worry about someone else shutting off my damn internet, or cable, or business, or phone. Funny how those t hings are needed in life I guess.
Respect? How about giving some to your local landlord, roomate, head roomate, whatever, ehh?
Lesson learned? Trust nobody. If rent aint paid on time, they’re out the door, plain and simple. I aint a fucking bank for people to be walking in and out of, not me, not now, no fucking way!
