Somethings just cannot be explained...
So, recent events I posted this on tumblr, and I'll add it to here and add some things on my own. this is about my now ex-room mate Evan.
So my room mate is moving out
The messy one.
Fina-fucking-ly
I’m the only one in this apartment complex who has stood up to him and tell him like it is. He’s a pig, he’s disrespectful about those around him and those he lives with. He acts like a little kid when someone tries to tell him what to do.
He always leaves his towels on the bathroom floor. I’ve come to believe he uses a new one everyday, leaves it on the floor.
They stink, are damp and attract earwigs. EW. No thank you.
So, I picked up the 6 or 7 on the floor and put them on his bed. I’ve told him many times before, he still fucking does it. Maybe this time he’ll actually not do it anymore.
Instead, he and I have a conversation/argument about why. He asked why I did it, I said it’s cause he leaves them on the floor. He asked why didn’t I put them on the floor beside his bed cause they smell really bad and stunk up his bed. Well, they wouldn’t be so smelly if they were left on the floor now would they? Teach him a fucking lesson.
So now he’s moving out. He doesn’t feel comfortable living with me anymore and as long as I live here, he will not be. Both my roommate (call him T) and Jason want me to live here.
For clarity, shit like this has been happening since I started paying rent, or when I could actually say something about how the apartment is.
/rant.
Is it bad that I don’t really feel bad for what I did?
Yeah. that's pretty much the jist of it. I can't believe he's being such a fucking child about this.
He believes women belong in the kitchen and they should do all the cleaning.
My boyfriend and friends and I say jokes about it all the time, but he's dead fucking serious about that shit.
And it pisses me the fuck off.
If he thinks women are below him, then no fucking wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend.
The fact that I stood up to him probably enraged him so much, and I actually SAID something about how fucking messy he is.
Nobody he has ever lived with has said or done something.
And boy have I said many things about this, but does it change anything? Hell no.
Actions speak louder then words my friend, and that's exactly what I did.
I feel proud about what I did, and you know what? I have had at least three friends hear that him moving out is the best news they have heard in a long fucking time. I'm being praised for this shit. More of our friend will want to come over and hang out with us more, Evan's the one that scared him away most of the time. I love having friends over and hanging out and I'm happy that this can happen more often now that he is leaving.
AND
one of our good friends, Aizen we call him, is most likely going to be moving in. And if he cannot, our friend Mike will most likely do so.
I couldn't be happier right now in my life. Except for maybe having a kitten. And a bunny. and a beta and goldfish. and a turtle.
Beside that. Yes. Life is definitely good.
So my room mate is moving out
The messy one.
Fina-fucking-ly
I’m the only one in this apartment complex who has stood up to him and tell him like it is. He’s a pig, he’s disrespectful about those around him and those he lives with. He acts like a little kid when someone tries to tell him what to do.
He always leaves his towels on the bathroom floor. I’ve come to believe he uses a new one everyday, leaves it on the floor.
They stink, are damp and attract earwigs. EW. No thank you.
So, I picked up the 6 or 7 on the floor and put them on his bed. I’ve told him many times before, he still fucking does it. Maybe this time he’ll actually not do it anymore.
Instead, he and I have a conversation/argument about why. He asked why I did it, I said it’s cause he leaves them on the floor. He asked why didn’t I put them on the floor beside his bed cause they smell really bad and stunk up his bed. Well, they wouldn’t be so smelly if they were left on the floor now would they? Teach him a fucking lesson.
So now he’s moving out. He doesn’t feel comfortable living with me anymore and as long as I live here, he will not be. Both my roommate (call him T) and Jason want me to live here.
For clarity, shit like this has been happening since I started paying rent, or when I could actually say something about how the apartment is.
/rant.
Is it bad that I don’t really feel bad for what I did?
Yeah. that's pretty much the jist of it. I can't believe he's being such a fucking child about this.
He believes women belong in the kitchen and they should do all the cleaning.
My boyfriend and friends and I say jokes about it all the time, but he's dead fucking serious about that shit.
And it pisses me the fuck off.
If he thinks women are below him, then no fucking wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend.
The fact that I stood up to him probably enraged him so much, and I actually SAID something about how fucking messy he is.
Nobody he has ever lived with has said or done something.
And boy have I said many things about this, but does it change anything? Hell no.
Actions speak louder then words my friend, and that's exactly what I did.
I feel proud about what I did, and you know what? I have had at least three friends hear that him moving out is the best news they have heard in a long fucking time. I'm being praised for this shit. More of our friend will want to come over and hang out with us more, Evan's the one that scared him away most of the time. I love having friends over and hanging out and I'm happy that this can happen more often now that he is leaving.
AND
one of our good friends, Aizen we call him, is most likely going to be moving in. And if he cannot, our friend Mike will most likely do so.
I couldn't be happier right now in my life. Except for maybe having a kitten. And a bunny. and a beta and goldfish. and a turtle.
Beside that. Yes. Life is definitely good.