I think my housemate is a psychopath. Or at least, a potential psychopath. Or whatever- he's a housemate from Hell. When he is around, I just feel uncomfortable, almost nervous. The things he do aren't very psychopathic, but it's the small little things added up together that makes me think there is a darker, evil side of him. Oh and that day I heard him singing a Celine Dion song in the shower. Loud. At 9.28AM.
He leaves plates after plates of half eaten food on the kitchen counter, sometimes for days. And that once that pissed me off the most - he left bacon fat stips on the cutting board out on the kitchen counter for 2 whole days. Plates, pots, pans and utensils are always left unwashed. And when he does finally wash it, he washes it with soap then doesn't wash the soap off and leaves it to dry. That means each time I use anything from the kitchen, even a freaking tea sponn, I'd have to wash it first. And I really wish he would stop using my stuff if he doesn't know the basic rule of putting them back where he found them. Once he had a party and without asking, he used my pots, my salt & pepper shakers, my lime juice, tomato & bbq sauce, potato masher and cheese grater as well as my baking trays and then left them dirty everywhere around the house for 2 days! See, I don't mind if my housemates uses my stuff, as long as they respect it and clean it then put it back to where they got it from. Be considerate and besides - it's comman sense!!
He curses all the time. *Enter curse words here* And I mean really bad curse words. Sometimes early in the morning, when I'm still daydreaming on the bed at 8.30 or 9 in the morning, I'd hear him stomping on the floor, slamming the doors and cursing really loud. It just ruins the day for me. I especially feel sorry for the doors. What have they ever done to him? And - furthermore, what can he possibly be sooooo pissed off about THAT early in the morning? Did he wake up forgetting some Celine Dion songs lines?
He says the most inappopriate and dumb jokes. For an example, last weekend the hubby and I decided to go to Woolies to get milk and cereal for breakfast the next day. As we were walking out, Mr.Dumb Housemate said, "Oh yeah, you guys are actually going out for the munchies, aren't you?" and snickered. I wanted to punch that look off his face, and I don't even like violence. I wanted to yell, "Just because it is late and we were going to the supermarket, that doesn't mean we're crack heads like you. Why don't you just go back into your room and sing some emo songs and shoot yourself in the toes, you tiny little prick!"
Oh and did I mention, he doesn't sleep in his room, he hordes the living room (so this means the hubby and the other housemate and I don't spend any time whatsoever in the living room like normal people) he sleeps on the couch in the living room, and told us, "I can't sleep on a bed unless I have a warm body next to me." Gross image dude. And totally weird. It's already bad enough that he sometimes walk around the house in his tiny little tight red underwear, and laughs when I turn around and walk the other way, but he also has this habit of walking around shirtless and then asks me if he is getting more muscular or more tan. Sometimes I just want to high fly kick him in his face (If I could, I would) and tell him to bugger off, because he reminds me of an annoying praying mantis.
This guy is 30 years old, but I feel like he's 10. He's a PHD student in some bio-chemistry thingy and he still doesn't know basic things in life and living in a share house.
So, is he a psychopath? Maybe.
But is he a douchebag? Definitely.
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Housemate From Hell
I think my housemate is a psychopath. Or at least, a potential psychopath. Or whatever- he's a housemate from Hell. When he is around, I just feel uncomfortable, almost nervous. The things he do aren't very psychopathic, but it's the small little things added up together that makes me think there is a darker, evil side of him. Oh and that day I heard him singing a Celine Dion song in the shower. Loud. At 9.28AM.
He leaves plates after plates of half eaten food on the kitchen counter, sometimes for days. And that once that pissed me off the most - he left bacon fat stips on the cutting board out on the kitchen counter for 2 whole days. Plates, pots, pans and utensils are always left unwashed. And when he does finally wash it, he washes it with soap then doesn't wash the soap off and leaves it to dry. That means each time I use anything from the kitchen, even a freaking tea sponn, I'd have to wash it first. And I really wish he would stop using my stuff if he doesn't know the basic rule of putting them back where he found them. Once he had a party and without asking, he used my pots, my salt & pepper shakers, my lime juice, tomato & bbq sauce, potato masher and cheese grater as well as my baking trays and then left them dirty everywhere around the house for 2 days! See, I don't mind if my housemates uses my stuff, as long as they respect it and clean it then put it back to where they got it from. Be considerate and besides - it's comman sense!!
He curses all the time. *Enter curse words here* And I mean really bad curse words. Sometimes early in the morning, when I'm still daydreaming on the bed at 8.30 or 9 in the morning, I'd hear him stomping on the floor, slamming the doors and cursing really loud. It just ruins the day for me. I especially feel sorry for the doors. What have they ever done to him? And - furthermore, what can he possibly be sooooo pissed off about THAT early in the morning? Did he wake up forgetting some Celine Dion songs lines?
He says the most inappopriate and dumb jokes. For an example, last weekend the hubby and I decided to go to Woolies to get milk and cereal for breakfast the next day. As we were walking out, Mr.Dumb Housemate said, "Oh yeah, you guys are actually going out for the munchies, aren't you?" and snickered. I wanted to punch that look off his face, and I don't even like violence. I wanted to yell, "Just because it is late and we were going to the supermarket, that doesn't mean we're crack heads like you. Why don't you just go back into your room and sing some emo songs and shoot yourself in the toes, you tiny little prick!"
Oh and did I mention, he doesn't sleep in his room, he hordes the living room (so this means the hubby and the other housemate and I don't spend any time whatsoever in the living room like normal people) he sleeps on the couch in the living room, and told us, "I can't sleep on a bed unless I have a warm body next to me." Gross image dude. And totally weird. It's already bad enough that he sometimes walk around the house in his tiny little tight red underwear, and laughs when I turn around and walk the other way, but he also has this habit of walking around shirtless and then asks me if he is getting more muscular or more tan. Sometimes I just want to high fly kick him in his face (If I could, I would) and tell him to bugger off, because he reminds me of an annoying praying mantis.
This guy is 30 years old, but I feel like he's 10. He's a PHD student in some bio-chemistry thingy and he still doesn't know basic things in life and living in a share house.
So, is he a psychopath? Maybe.
But is he a douchebag? Definitely.
He leaves plates after plates of half eaten food on the kitchen counter, sometimes for days. And that once that pissed me off the most - he left bacon fat stips on the cutting board out on the kitchen counter for 2 whole days. Plates, pots, pans and utensils are always left unwashed. And when he does finally wash it, he washes it with soap then doesn't wash the soap off and leaves it to dry. That means each time I use anything from the kitchen, even a freaking tea sponn, I'd have to wash it first. And I really wish he would stop using my stuff if he doesn't know the basic rule of putting them back where he found them. Once he had a party and without asking, he used my pots, my salt & pepper shakers, my lime juice, tomato & bbq sauce, potato masher and cheese grater as well as my baking trays and then left them dirty everywhere around the house for 2 days! See, I don't mind if my housemates uses my stuff, as long as they respect it and clean it then put it back to where they got it from. Be considerate and besides - it's comman sense!!
He curses all the time. *Enter curse words here* And I mean really bad curse words. Sometimes early in the morning, when I'm still daydreaming on the bed at 8.30 or 9 in the morning, I'd hear him stomping on the floor, slamming the doors and cursing really loud. It just ruins the day for me. I especially feel sorry for the doors. What have they ever done to him? And - furthermore, what can he possibly be sooooo pissed off about THAT early in the morning? Did he wake up forgetting some Celine Dion songs lines?
He says the most inappopriate and dumb jokes. For an example, last weekend the hubby and I decided to go to Woolies to get milk and cereal for breakfast the next day. As we were walking out, Mr.Dumb Housemate said, "Oh yeah, you guys are actually going out for the munchies, aren't you?" and snickered. I wanted to punch that look off his face, and I don't even like violence. I wanted to yell, "Just because it is late and we were going to the supermarket, that doesn't mean we're crack heads like you. Why don't you just go back into your room and sing some emo songs and shoot yourself in the toes, you tiny little prick!"
Oh and did I mention, he doesn't sleep in his room, he hordes the living room (so this means the hubby and the other housemate and I don't spend any time whatsoever in the living room like normal people) he sleeps on the couch in the living room, and told us, "I can't sleep on a bed unless I have a warm body next to me." Gross image dude. And totally weird. It's already bad enough that he sometimes walk around the house in his tiny little tight red underwear, and laughs when I turn around and walk the other way, but he also has this habit of walking around shirtless and then asks me if he is getting more muscular or more tan. Sometimes I just want to high fly kick him in his face (If I could, I would) and tell him to bugger off, because he reminds me of an annoying praying mantis.
This guy is 30 years old, but I feel like he's 10. He's a PHD student in some bio-chemistry thingy and he still doesn't know basic things in life and living in a share house.
So, is he a psychopath? Maybe.
But is he a douchebag? Definitely.
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