Regrettably my roommate was not as chill as I’d hoped. He’s also kinda weird, like maybe he has OCD. He’s definitely an odd duck who isn’t used to living with others. So I guess my gut instinct is / was wrong, but you live and you learn to think more instead of trusting your gut. Lesson learned: people are different when they’re in their little bubble. Like, they behave a certain way when they’re with people, and then they go home and become bizarre neurotic overlords of their little kingdoms. Now I finally understand why people live by themselves.
- He delivered an obviously rehearsed speech about my incomplete washing of plates and “stray hairs” in the shower. Consequently I have bought my own dishes and will soon go buy my own pots/pans.
- He owns many fun games but instead chooses to play the original Fable, from the first Xbox.
- An extravagance of personal cleaning: dandruff shampoo, Flonase, nail clippers in various sizes, several lotions, bottles in shower all the push-actuated pump kinds of the exact same size.
- Dyson vacuum (for the unacquainted, these cost three to four times that of a normal vacuum)
- I came home and a really gross-looking Asian girl was straddling him while he was playing Fable. She randomly comes over unannounced for sex. He did not mention that he had a girlfriend/fuck buddy at all before I agreed to move in with him.
Our brief relations went from amicable to icy pretty much as soon as I moved in. Most of the stuff in the apartment belongs to him and he moved in before I did. So I feel less like I live here and more like he lives here and I’m an inconvenience to him. He also initially said he’d contribute towards paying for parking but reneged recently. So I don’t really trust him either.
I think that when two people are living in close quarters, they should either have matching disposition, like if one likes privacy and the other is rarely there. Like the stuff they need fits together like puzzle pieces. Otherwise, they should be friends who are willing to take the small annoyances of the other along with the whole friendship and there’s a lot of flexibility.
We’re like the odd couple only not friends and we also don’t really respect each other. The apartment is only 2 bedrooms and not really big enough so that I don’t have to see him. He’s always in the shared space because his xbox is out there. At least at my old place nobody was in the shared space unless they were cooking and they weren’t awkward. With five people it’s impossible to enforce OCD cleanliness standards. I already wanna move out.