I do not understand how people can be so filthy. I think the most extreme thing I do is not pick up stuff (books, magazines, papers, knick knacks) for a week or so if I'm having a busy week with school. People absolutely disgust me. I can understand if you are in a difficult situation in life, but if you are just plain lazy..there is no excuse.
Oh god, I feel you! I dated a guy very similar but his whole house was FILTHY, basically what you described but with a MAJOR roach infestation. The house also reeked of cat piss so badly that the air was almost sticky with it. And his whole family had issues with cleanliness, all of their teeth were HORRIBLE (his were actually surprisingly nice if he was bothered to brush but he had mad gingivitis so it hurt like a bitch when he would), they all smelled. He would wear the same pair of boxers for months! (He told me a story of giving his ex a GNARLY infection a few times when they wouldn't use a condom) He gave me lice twice during our relationship and any clothes I lent him I let him keep because I couldn't wash the awful stench of his house off of them. Anytime I would plead him to please take better care of himself, please! he would tell me that I shouldn't try to change him, just love him for who he is. Which I agree with but damn, sometimes you have to change for the better!! I had to break it off with him because I couldn't deal
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Looking back on it, I feel grossed out that I dealt with this at all. There are no words to describe the stench and horrible debris of that house. Anytime he would come over to my house, the smell of his clothes would FILL my room and you could smell it even standing outside my door. *gags*
I had forgotten about his car too. His car had so much trash, mostly old food wrappers, that you couldn't put down the seats. He ended up getting it repossessed, though, with all the trash still in it.
Oh my gentle jesus. I had a boyfriend like that too, but thank god his filthiness was confined to a single apartment and not an entire house. I couldn't even take my shoes off because the floor was so sticky and covered in shit. When we fooled around, he would use his tshirt to wipe up the resulting spunk, and then wear the shirt the next day, unwashed. That's why I could never fuck him proper, and I'm glad I didn't.
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oh, nevermind, it doesn't really matter why you ever went back after the first time. I guess we all have our quirks...
**still laughing**
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Your icon disturbs me.
Not sure why, yet.
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I had forgotten about his car too. His car had so much trash, mostly old food wrappers, that you couldn't put down the seats. He ended up getting it repossessed, though, with all the trash still in it.
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