Welcome to my fucked up abode.
I'm currently renting a house with another three people, however there is one problem... I can't fucking stand it. It's not the house. The house is really nice and well looked after. The landlord is great, too -- no problems there. My problem is with the fucking people living in the house.
For one, they don't really like each other anyway. People constantly bitching behind each others backs doesn't really make for a great living atmosphere. Actually, people bitching in front of each other doesn't help much either. They haven't really got anything to dislike each other for, specifically, it's just those little things that add up to create one big pile of shit.
One of my roommates wanders around the house with a "Fuck Off" label stuck to his forehead; the only time its ever taken down is if he wants something, or mood dependent.
I hate people who are so self-absorbed that they couldn't give two shits about anything or anyone that's around them. Maybe hate is too strong of a word, however I would like these people to fall off a small-hill, such that they are incredibly hurt but are still alive so that I can kick them off it again. I just so happen to live with these types of people. These types only do what they want, what makes them happy.
No-one really likes cleaning, do they? It's not fun. Why would self-absorbed people do they? ...They don't.
I used to clean, I really did. The thing is, I don't like cleaning. When I realised, about three months into living with these people, that no one else gave a shit about cleaning, I stopped too. I've stopped cleaning anything that isn't my mess. If it's not mine or if it's not in my room, I'm not cleaning it. Think that looks like shit?
Looks fucking great, right?
As this is the upstairs bathroom, none of the visitors we get (about 5 per year, because who the fuck wants to come to this house...?) actually see it. They do, however, see the kitchen. The kitchen, in its current form, is actually better than it used to be. There's only been food rotting on the floor for a few weeks now; it used to cover the work surfaces too. It's only been there for a few weeks, as I had to clean it up before the new term started -- some three weeks ago.
It's so nice that I actually haven't cooked for a year. Since December 2006, I've been eating at restaurants, cafés and take-aways. It's not been very good for me, which is why I joined the gym around that time too. Now and again I'll pop something in the microwave -- something I hate doing, as I don't like microwaves -- and have that for dinner, however I'm never in the kitchen longer than five minutes if I can help it.
My housemates do actually argue about the mess, too. They argue about who made the mess and who should clean it up. Then none of them do and they just continue with their day. The reason that nothing gets done is because its very passive arguing... it's snide comments and sly remarks and not "Hey, clean your shit...".
Trying to find some clean cutlery can be a pain in the ass. You see, the housemates "argued" about who leaves their washing up out for days on end and who doesn't clean theirs and so forth... so they started hiding it.
Everything you see there has food on it. Great, huh? To me, it's not about seeing the washing-up; like I said, I'm barely in the kitchen. I just want them to wash the fucking stuff up so that I don't have to. I didn't use it.. it's on your plate.. why do I have to wash it? Actually, even if there is a fork in the drawer that I can use, it's usually got some form of food stain on it anyway so I have to re-wash it.
People can be ass-holes.
Welcome to my house. I hope you enjoy your stay.
June 19th @ 12:46 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: rant, hate, people, life | Trackback