Oh, Michael
Alright, so my roommate finally confronted me on the subject of the car.
See, when we first got this apartment, Michael, my 32 year old manchild of a roommate, had a car of his own. He has since broken it and sold it for parts. Instead of replacing the car, he decided to ride his bike around. He broke that too. So he bought a new bike. Then he broke that.
So he asked me to drive him to work. He and I live in the same apartment and work at the same job, so driving him in a carpool would make practical sense, and with anyone else I really wouldn't mind. However, I don't like him. But I drove him anyway.
I mentioned to him that he should be more responsible for his transportation, at his age. He accused me of being selfish and told me I was using 'ridiculous logic'. So I've been making him walk ever since.
Now, I secretly hoped that while he was walking to work this past week and a half, in the rain and the heat, that he spent that time to reflect on maybe WHY he was walking while I drove past him to the same destination each day. But I knew he didn't. Michael is utterly oblivious to the human race, and this was proven last night.
He asked me why I wasn't driving him like a 'decent human being'. See, I never told him this, but if he even so much as apologized or showed honest gratitude for the charity of others, I'd drive him. I'd drive him every day. But he is incapable of this. Instead, he once again insulted me. For fun, I tried bold-faced honesty and told him exactly why he was walking: He's selfish, he's never once said please or thank you, he insulted me even as I was doing him a favor, he expects others to serve him without question or recompense.
He stared at me like I was suddenly speaking Swahili. He muttered something about him just not understanding why people are so mean to him all the time and went back to watching TV, and the subject was not discussed further. He did, a few minutes later, say "I just don't want all this drama in this roommate thing," to which I responded, "Dude, I'm cooking a pizza while I play video games. I don't feel any drama about this at all. After all, I'm not the one walking to work every day." And that was that.
He really is quite mad.
See, when we first got this apartment, Michael, my 32 year old manchild of a roommate, had a car of his own. He has since broken it and sold it for parts. Instead of replacing the car, he decided to ride his bike around. He broke that too. So he bought a new bike. Then he broke that.
So he asked me to drive him to work. He and I live in the same apartment and work at the same job, so driving him in a carpool would make practical sense, and with anyone else I really wouldn't mind. However, I don't like him. But I drove him anyway.
I mentioned to him that he should be more responsible for his transportation, at his age. He accused me of being selfish and told me I was using 'ridiculous logic'. So I've been making him walk ever since.
Now, I secretly hoped that while he was walking to work this past week and a half, in the rain and the heat, that he spent that time to reflect on maybe WHY he was walking while I drove past him to the same destination each day. But I knew he didn't. Michael is utterly oblivious to the human race, and this was proven last night.
He asked me why I wasn't driving him like a 'decent human being'. See, I never told him this, but if he even so much as apologized or showed honest gratitude for the charity of others, I'd drive him. I'd drive him every day. But he is incapable of this. Instead, he once again insulted me. For fun, I tried bold-faced honesty and told him exactly why he was walking: He's selfish, he's never once said please or thank you, he insulted me even as I was doing him a favor, he expects others to serve him without question or recompense.
He stared at me like I was suddenly speaking Swahili. He muttered something about him just not understanding why people are so mean to him all the time and went back to watching TV, and the subject was not discussed further. He did, a few minutes later, say "I just don't want all this drama in this roommate thing," to which I responded, "Dude, I'm cooking a pizza while I play video games. I don't feel any drama about this at all. After all, I'm not the one walking to work every day." And that was that.
He really is quite mad.