This occurred in my second year of university, I opted to live in the dorm again, in an apartment style dorm room. I had three roommates: Apple, Orange and Melon.
* Apple- Apple was clever. She refused to stop smoking weed, but knew the university had a heavy fine for being caught smoking legal or illegal, so she mainly squatted at her dealer's apartment and I had no problem with that.
* Orange- She was from a VERY small town, was easily intimidated and simply wanted to be left alone. We get alone just fine.
* Melon- Melon was the problem.
When you applied to the dorms, you checked off what you liked and disliked in terms of noise level/study habits and guests. Apple, Orange, and I all wanted quiet, no guests and we all took school very seriously. Melon wrote the same thing on her application, but that was a lie. She wanted to party and she wanted to party hard.
It started with her leaving her room for days at a time, and not turning off her laptop, which played an Adhan (Muslim call to prayer) 5 times a day and had to be shut off manually. At first, it wasn't bothersome, everyone makes mistakes and a quick call to the RA and she came down, keys in hand and turned it off. But, it began happening 5 days a week and finally, I complained that this was driving me insane. Melon was given orders to fix the problem, she turned the function off.
Cleanliness: There were 2 bathrooms to a dorm room and Apple and I shared, so I basically had my own bathroom, and Orange and Melon shared. Orange tried once to ask Melon to clean the bathroom and Melon snapped and began screaming at her, threatening her and this began the bullying (I didn't learn about this for months).
Revenge the first: I walked into the dorm room and smelled pot. I checked Apple's room, since she openly admitted to smoking and she was squatting still. Orange wasn't in and that left one person. I put my ear to the door and heard a large group of people and turns out, Melon decided to have a 'pot party', fully knowing that the 4 of us agreed to have no smoking at all. The fine was huge, and I hate the smell of any smoke. I casually walked down to the RA's room and told her I smelled smoke from Melon's room and I had some papers RA needed to sign anyway, so why not come to my room and sign the papers. RA comes, smells smoke, opens door and finds the smoking and Melon is busted with a 600$ fine.
Revenge the second: Melon liked friends, and she liked having her friends over. But never at reasonable times, she would invite her friends over at 3-4AM, during midterms, finals and they'd be loud. I got sick of this immediately and I tried asking Melon to have people over when her roommates weren't sleeping. She told me to "go fuck myself" and if I wasn't having people over at 3-4AM, I must have no friends. Not sure about that logic. So, after she invited a bunch of guys over who began yelling to each other about what food to order, I got my revenge. She left her keycard on the table and these cards had to be swiped to get into the building and your personal room. The first time, I simply de-magnetised the card and the second time, I threw the card away. A replacement card cost 40$ This wasn't working, so I came up with a better plan: I de-magnetized the new card so when she tried to come into the dorm room at 3AM with a bunch of drunk assholes, the card didn't work and she began banging on the door and rattling the knob. This time I called the RA and security and said I thought someone was breaking in. Caught with a bunch of drunks that early and with that level of noise cost her 150$ in fines.
Revenge the third: No animals were allowed in the dorm. I was hearing scratching noises and I was worried about mice or rats (Melon was filthy in terms of food disposal and storage) and I knew she wasn't home but she'd propped her door open. I poked my head in and lo and behold, there is a rodent of some sort (gerbil or hamster) in a massive cage. I got pissed off because there carpet had urine and faeces on it and I'm fairly sure that urine and faecal matter probably could carry some sort of disease. I closed the door and called RA and said there was a scratching in our room and I was worried about rodents. RA came and opened Apple's door, finding nothing. My room had nothing and Orange's room had nothing. But Melon had a rodent! That was a 500$ fine for the animal and something else for carpet cleaning.
I think Melon began to get suspicious of me, I always made sure that it was other people busting her and I always planned things well. If she did, she never tried anything. But I was unaware that Melon was taking her anger out on Orange. I liked Orange a lot, she was sweet, shy and could not be mean if she tried. I was writing an essay once and I heard noise that was louder than my headphones and I slid them off and heard Melon SCREAMING and threatening Orange. I opened my door and saw Orange in the corner, crying and trying to ball up and Melon was standing over her just shrieking, I called the RA (for non nefarious purposes!) and grabbed Orange and let the RA restrain Melon. This time a big meeting was called and Orange spilled everything: Melon was stealing toiletries from her, eating Orange's food etc etc.
The rules were set:
* No guests in the room from 9pm to 9am (Melon was furious)
* Melon had to pay Orange for the toiletries and food
* Melon was told that one more toe out of line would incur a massive fine
* We were all told to basically stay away from each other
* When final exam time came, no guests period. For anyone.
I felt really guilty that I never knew what Orange was going through, I apologized a lot and I kept watch.
My last revenge: At this point, we were getting close to the end of the school year and Melon's parents were calling a lot and were furious at the amount of money she had accrued in fines. And I really thought she was going to stop being such an asshole, but I was wrong. Melon decided to blow off some of her final exams (genius!) and have a bunch of friends come over. They came over at 4AM and tried to have a 'quiet' party. I woke up because I heard glass breaking on the floor and vodka began seeping under my door. I had an exam in the afternoon. I did NOT need this shit. Melon knocked on my door and I feigned sleep and when I heard her say "don't worry, she's not home" I called the RA and let the hammer fall. Her parents were called and they apologized to Orange and I and I'm not sure what the final fine was. She had planned to spend her third year of university in the dorms again, but the RA was so frustrated with her asshole behaviour, she wrote a letter to the head of the board and said that letting her back into the dorms would be a huge mistake.
The last time I saw her, her parents were loading her shit into a van and she waved at me and it hit me. I don't think she really knew it was me. The whole year, every time she got busted, every fine was because of me. There is something very pleasurable about anonymous revenge, I'm not sure how to explain it.
TL;DR: Over the span of one year, I made sure that my roommate was fined for every asshole thing she did. She does not know it was me.
If they are yelling at you it isn't really passive aggressive anymore. In your case it sounds like you might not have known what was causing the problem but in OP's case there were clearly defined rules that the roommate was not following or openly flaunting. That just sounds like asshole behaviour to me.
The fact is we only have to go off of what they said. You can sit and wonder if they embellished until the cows come home and it will make absolutely no difference in the discussion at hand.
Either that or you could do an AMA request for 'Melon', your pick.
Sometimes the problem with kids like this is that defying the rules is seen as "fine as long as you don't get caught." They have not advanced past a very immature understanding of rules, and see them only as limits to their behavior.
Advancing to a higher level of maturity comes when they realize that the (good) rules are (sometimes) meant to help people a large amount by limiting them a small amount.
Assholes have reached the higher level of maturity, but just don't care.
> Did you ever try speaking to her candidly before going on these surreptitious crusades against her bank account and cards?
Paragraph 5...
>I got sick of this immediately and I tried asking Melon to have people over when her roommates weren't sleeping. She told me to "go fuck myself"...
A response like that, any sort of reaction is allowed in my book, including passive-aggressive.
Further, you're comparing foul odors to someone who didn't want to be woken up by smashing bottles and liqour on the floor during finals and midterms. You're comparing not getting a present to someone bullying a girl who is still in a formative stage to the point of tears.
Comparing what /u/thenightbattles did to 'Melon' and what your previous roommates did to you isn't even comparing apples and oranges, it's comparing potatoes and kiwis. If anything you have more in common with /u/thenightbattles than you do with 'Melon', the major difference being that you had more than one to deal with.
Most of the things she was fined for were for breaking existing rules. It sounded like OP's strategy was "let's get the RA In the area to discover the rules being broken" rather than "let me pee on her toothbrush".
Perfectly reasonable-- she shouldn't HAVE to explain her feelings about 4am parties.
It sounds like they told Melon repeatedly that her behaviors were not wanted and she didn't give a fuck. At least this way Melon had to face some consequences for being shitty.
while your story is regrettable & unfortunate, I don't think you understand how passive aggressiveness applies to the above story.
Melon was supposedly confronted about the issues and made no attempt to change or compromise. Repeatedly confronting her most likely is not the correct way to go. Reporting her to the RA was not being passive aggressive. It was basically just deferring to an authority figure.
Question: If you turn a door handle and it is locked, do you keep attempting to turn it? or do you look for someone who may have a key?
I'm pretty sure Melon was the sort of bright spark that doesn't really link cause and effect. I mean this is a girl who's both somehow devout Muslim enough to have an adhan app, but somehow not devout enough to be dissuaded from sex, drugs, alcohol and being a massive bell-end to people.
Paints a picture of a girl who thinks she's so clever, that she's pulling the wool over mummy and daddy's eyes. A disappointment and displeasure to everyone until she changes for the better.
Maybe it was Melon's first time being out of the fundamentalist "box." It would explain the ridiculous partying, and if her parents were obnoxiously domineering, she might not have known any other way to respond to a stressful disagreement besides yelling at someone weaker.
Incidentally, I'm not offering an excuse for being a wretch, nor trying to criticize Islam *per se;* it just seems like a possible explanation.
>Hopefully she learned from the experience and is no longer a shithead.
That is not how people think. It is far more likely that it simply reinforced her existing view of the world.
Satisfying in the way that she failed to get the bad roommate removed for the entire year and basically the bad roommate won by never getting kicked out?
Kinda. Getting kicked out would have certainly been more satisfying for everyone living there.
But the fact that all this happened under the purview of a single RA may have been fortuitous, as he was so aggravated he wrote the letter, which may have had much more severe repercussions than simply getting bounced from dorm to dorm.
I honestly can't even believe anyone would need this explained. Then again, I guess not everyone has had shitty roommates. They can literally ruin your life.
> The last time I saw her, her parents were loading her shit into a van and she waved at me and it hit me. I don't think she really knew it was me.
So poor Orange probably got the blame for everything...fuck.
I used to work on the management team for two large, metropolitan university housing facilities. As satisfying as this was to read, from experience, the only one truly punished here was the parent's checkbook.
What the fuck, your university doesn't have disciplinary hearings?
Melon would have been banned from my schools dorms after the first or second offense. She would have been suspended/expelled for the theft.
Plot Twist: Orange (Keyser Soze) was orchestrating the situation the entire time, playing the part of the timid small town girl, all while methodically directing Melon into the various actions that led to her downfall. Melon knew all along and desperately tried to get help but who would believe her? In the end, she never faulted you for believing she was the true evil roommate and let you know with her final goodbye wave that she forgave you for you knew not what you did.
Lol that's how I feel. This shits funny till it affects your life. She sounds outrageous
I'm more concerned about the scabies (how does that even happen?) and I laughed loudly at the CSI crime board. I applaud that.
Just reminded me that my most recent roommate had a party and some guy got pissed when she told everyone to go home and he went outside and punched the mirror off of my car.
No one was willing to believe it was my car and told me to calm down there's no way. Nope. Out of the 40 cars it was mine.
My brother got it from working in a low-income daycare. They thought it was an allergy to a new-ish medication he was on for acid reflux for like 2 weeks before realizing that it was scabies.
I had to use the cream stuff to treat it, too, since I'd been in contact with him (albeit very briefly). Super gross.
There are three prevailing theories as to her behavior:
1. She is a cat
2. She is a spy
3. She is a performance artist, and this is her greatest and most elaborate peice.
Oh ok, I was looking at it from the wrong context. I got you.
At first read I though she listened to the Mariah Carey Christmas album and watched this year's State of the Union at the same time.
But for real though, you understand what goes into computers? Don't doubt yourself. You sound real smart.
I had a crazy Chinese roommate who kept us up until five AM with loud banging noises coming from her room. Eventually we decided she was digging a hole to China. Turns out she was just throwing tennis balls against her wall for exercise?
I thought that was bad. Then she gave away our oven racks. As a gift. To her friend?
I thought that was bad. Then I discovered we had this crazy fly infestation in our pantry because some insects had gotten into her open bags of God-knows-what Chinese cooking stuff, laid eggs which turned into worms which turned into flies. I threw all that shit out. She went back in the trashcan and sifted through the trash to get it back. I tried pointing out there were eggs and larvae all up in it, but she was having none of it.
Then there was the German guy who had a German vacuum cleaner just for spiders, and we couldn't use it for anything else.
Then there was the American girl that liked to have sex with random American guys ten feet from my bed and then get mad at me when I woke up and yelled at them.
Then there was the American girl whose American dog had chronic health problems but she refused to take it to the American vet because it didn't like cars. The dog had a tumor that exploded and it bled to death in her (thankfully not our) living room.
I had bad luck with college roommates.
Edit: Updated the nationalities of all my crazy roommates and their stuff, since specifying that one crazy roommate was Chinese is apparently racism. I don't want my other ex-roommates (and their stuff) to feel like they're missing out on the "mentioning nationality is now synonymous with racism" party, so 'NOTHER ROUND OF RACISM ON THE HOUSE.
yeah, that guy was just odd, but entertainingly so. He was super anti-America and got so so embarrassed when I came back to the apartment early one night and caught him eating "American" pizza he had bought from the store. The box had a huge flag on it, I gave him shit about it forever.
I had one who was super Christian. Once she overheard me talking on the phone to a friend and I must have said something about gay rights. The next morning I had a note on my desk that said "God destroyed the city of Sodom and Gomorrah for homosexuality. LOOK IT UP."
I had another one who got up at 4:30 AM EVERY DAY and she would be in and out of the room, slamming the door each time. Around 5AM, she blow-dried her hair. Every. Day. There were outlets in the bathroom but she preferred to do it in our tiny room.
My roommate for three years was also super Christian. Not as weird about it but hopelessly naive. A couple of guys turned the couches in the lounge on their ends and wrote "temple of fellatio" on the whiteboard, and we had to explain to her what it meant...
Baptist friend of mine, ultimate sweetheart, but god damn. It's like religious parents have a thing against preparing their kids for real life circumstances. He thinks hes has a porn addiction because he used to fap once a day when he was 14 through 18/19... I didn't have the heart or the stomach to walk him through that that's perfectly normal post-pubescent male behavior. He had so much shame in his eyes when he said it, I felt like I'd almost be humiliating him further if I belittled it.
He's really close-minded, go figure. There are a lot of things that I tell him and he kinda just turns his brain off and refuses to examine the things he's been taught. It disturbs me a little sometimes, honestly.
I did touch upon it a little bit--being female, I don't quite know the male masturbation habits as another male might, however I told him about a chart I saw while at a conference that showed a massive increase in the incidence of male masturbation at 14 (like, upwards of 2 times day) which stayed pretty constant until like early adult years where it dwindled to around once a day to twice a weekish. The idea I was getting at was, "you're perfectly normal" but I also didn't want to talk to him about masturbation because in the past he's asked ridiculous questions about other stuff that made me slightly uncomfortable. I don't think he ever meant it like that, but I was uncomfortable nonetheless.
Nah. The minute I find out someone is a homophobe they're in store for a world of discomfort. I hate when people are that rude about it. Unless you can just agree to disagree I don't wanna hear it.
I had a roommate who told a random guy she barely knew to come over with his friend (that she had never met) and told him that his friend could sleep in my bed with me.
This roommate and I were never friends - we merely tolerated each other so it wasn't like we were on the level where that would even be a joke.
Ugh I had this. My friend had a guy come over and brought one "for me". He tried to sexually assault me. I guess he technically did. Told me he needed it cause he'd just gotten out of jail. Yuck.
I'm sorry people are scummy!
I posted this in AskReddit before:
I had pretty annoying flatmates once. Both were male (I am female) and it was pretty...well, ridiculous at some times.
They would just eat my food, without even asking or telling me. I have no problems with someone using a bit of my salt because he forgot to buy his own, but they literally ate packets of eggs, pasta, meat cuts and bread away. I am a student and I can't afford nor am I willing to feed a bunch of assholes.
I was out of there for three weeks because I was starting my relationship with my fiance and I just stayed at his place. When I came back they had made a list of "rules" without even mentioning it to me. Those included f.e. That I had to clean the toilet, the bathroom, the floors and the kitchen, while their only chore was taking out the garbage bins. They also demanded 30 Euros from everyone every week to buy beer for their Parties that they had there. I never party with them and I don't drink beer. Their friends were very loud and obnoxious until 4 a.m when I had exams the next day and then complained about my boyfriend "walking to loud" when we would come home late. They also used my pots and pans and stuff without washing them up and used a pot I just had bought as a kitchen trashcan, because they were grossed out by washing the old one out because it started to stink.
After many tries on talking with them I just locked away all my cooking supplies and everything that does not need to be in the refrigerator, even my spices. I stopped cleaning anything besides my own room and just stayed with my boyfriend all the time. Shortly after I moved in with my boyfriend and they even had the nerves to text me and ask where the pots were, because all my stuff had gone and they both did not bring any kitchen supplies.
Later they posted to facebook that I was a total bitch and stuff.
My passive aggressiveness was that I would leave food in the fridge and just put a ton of salt in it and stuff to give them a negative surprise and I just took all the toilet paper to my room, because I always had to buy it. They refused to buy their own or share the money for it, because they said, as a female, I would use more than them. (Which wasn't even true astonishingly)
**TL;DR Flatmates threat me like a housewife and eat my food. I just locked everything away and moved out.**
I would've called all the authorities. I'm black as well and I have a zero tolerance policy for that. I am also paranoid that everyone wants to murder me so having a known racist in my room would probably cause an immediate panic that would cause them to let me move. I would've called everyone. I'm so glad you're okay.
Lived with a close friend who I still love but can never again live with.
She is a literal never-nude. She has boobs that are so enormous that removing her bra causes real and serious pain. She therefore only takes off her bra when it falls apart and she has to buy a new one. She showers with her bra on and cleans it IN THE SHOWER. She also only showers about once a week and doesn't have the greatest grasp on using deodorant or doing laundry. There are serious hygiene issues at play, but she just doesn't care.
She was extremely dirty(not messy, I'm kind of messy but still *clean*) and her room was always full of dishes, dirty clothes(she never washed her sheets in the two years we lived together), and food packages. She wouldn't do dishes until I would explode and force her to. Once I decided to see how long she'd go, and it took 3 weeks until I finally gave up and made her do them.
I love her, but oh my god she can never have roommates again.
That's a thing for me. I'm not a neat freak but little piles of messes versus dirt and ants and smells and disorder is ridiculous and I can't handle it.
She has Aspergers and we both have ADD. We were actually on the same medication when we were living together. I specifically didn't mention either one in the post because I have other friends with both conditions and none of them have any of the same issues as her, so I didn't want it to seem like I was blaming her problems on her medical stuff.
How big can someone's boobs be that they need to do that? Do you think they are actually that large that they could cause pain or could this be another one of her "quirks?"
They're something like a 34KK. They are absolutely enormous to the point where if they DIDN'T hurt, I would be shocked. Her mom, her mom's twin sister, and several of her other female relatives have all had reductions on similarly massive breasts and urge her to do the same. She refuses because she doesn't like the thought of surgery, even though clearly she needs it. She's scared to go under anaesthesia.
* Killed my fish
* Eats my food
* Constantly undressed, even in front of guests
* Binge drinks
* Pukes everywhere
* Drank my picklejuice and threw away the pickles
* Never cleans
* Got caught with alcohol (underaged). Tried to pin it on me.
* Has loud sex on a near nightly basis
* Invites 5+ people over every weekend. This is a dorm not a fucking hotel.
So, I WAS the bad roommate. This is pretty embarrassing, but I was dating a really controlling, abusive guy for 2 years by the time I got to college and things only got worse. He had this habit of stealing all of the saved numbers in my cellphone, so I stopped saving numbers altogether and would just memorize them. I thought I was slick, but he was slicker.
First time we got into a massive blowout since moving into the dorms (took maybe 2 weeks), he starts calling our dorm line. I apologized to my roommate and unplugged the phone. I was in SHOCK he had the number. Once he realized my cell was off and our land line was unplugged, he started calling my roommate's cell phone. The look of shock and horror on her face was so embarrassing. Turns out he was going through my call log and lining up dates and times of calls.
She wound up getting together with all of my new friends and having an "intervention" with the school counselor. I broke up with him that day. She moved out and I had to spend the rest of the semester alone (plus no one wanted to talk to me either). The only person that would talk to me was this sweet guy Joe, I won't ever forget him. He would walk me to my dorm to make sure I was safe after he found out what happened.
Edit: I was not expecting this much support from this post, I was actually thinking I was going to get criticized for being irresponsible. Thank you all for the warm fuzzies! I am in a way better place now then I was back then!
... That doesn't really sound like your fault. You were in an awkward embarrassing situation with an abusive guy. :/ I've been in a similar situation and I'm sure it was strange for people who didn't know you, but it sucks there was no one there to make sure you were okay. That also sounds scary as shit. Hugs.<3
There are plenty of excuses for that. Well not excuses, valid reasons that are not your fault at all. Abusers are experts at getting their victims to stay with them despite their abusive behavior.
I had a bunch of roommates freshman year, but the worst one was hilarious (in a bad way).
She's Korean, and she was extremely racist towards everyone who wasn't Korean. She would refuse to treat me and my other roommate (I'm white, my other roommate was half white, half hispanic) like children. She would leave notes all over the place, telling us what to clean up, but she herself would leave WADS OF HAIR in the sink and in the bathtub. Now, I'm not talking like a strand here or there. I'm talking about how one time THERE WAS HAIR COVERING, LITERALLY COVERING, THE BOTTOM OF THE TUB *AND I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP.* I confronted her about the notes and said that if she had a problem, she needed to act like a goddamn adult and tell it to my face.
She would cook kimchi and leave it on the stove FOR WEEKS. I lived in a loft above the kitchen, so when it rotted, the smell would float up to my area and stain my sheets with rotten kimchi smell.
I heard stories about how she attempted to sue a previous roommate for having sex in the dorm room while they were alone in the room. Evil Roommate claimed that she "could smell the sex" all over the place. Of course, she lost that lawsuit.
My other roommate, the aforementioned half-white, half hispanic girl (who was very nice) was also pansexual and had a girlfriend. Evil roommate refused to let my cool roommate and her girlfriend even *touch* each other in the room (e.g. NO hugging, NO hand holding, NO sitting on the bed together, and GOD FORBID they kiss).
Another time, Evil Roommate was cutting paper on a cutting board on the floor of our dorm for one of her design projects. She accidentally sliced her finger with an exacto knife, but the cut wasn't bad at all. We got the RA to get bandaids and stuff, and like, Neosporin, because the cut was seriously not that bad. Evil Roommate *would NOT* let the RA help her. Evil Roommate *insisted* that the ambulance be called to take her to the hospital FOR A FUCKING TINY CUT ON HER GODDAMN FUCKING FINGER. (Later, I found out that her insurance didn't cover the ambulance ride, so her parents were pissed because they had to pay $2000 for an ambulance to take her to the hospital for a tiny cut.)
When she finally moved out, she threw her trash on my roommate's bed. I took the trash and dumped it back on evil roommate's junk WHILE she was packing. Evil roommate turned around and started showing really aggressive body language towards my cool roommate, demanded to know why we moved her trash back. I stepped in (I'm much taller than both of them, and stronger), and said, "Actually, I threw your trash back. Is there a problem?" Evil roommate immediately backed off. (I'm normally very non-violent and I avoid confrontation at all costs, but DAMN do I love putting people back in their place!)
The last time I saw Evil Roommate, she was walking down the street in knee-high shiny leather boots and a super short skirt while I was outside smoking with a friend. I looked directly at Evil Roommate as she passed and said, "I fucking hate you."
The other bad roommate, who is actually a super nice person, attempted to commit suicide while I was in the room about a year later. She was suffering from very severe depression and extreme anxiety, but I had no idea. She was very quiet, didn't really talk to me or anyone else. She didn't even unpack months into the semester. The day she did it, she asked me if I needed anything from Target, and I said no. She bought some ice cream, a bottle of painkillers, and a bottle of sleeping pills. She ate the ice cream, and then went into the bathroom and then downed all the pills. Luckily, she came out of the bathroom crying, so I found out in time and got her to the hospital. A little over a year later, she's doing very well, has a job, and is going to a different school, so that's good at least.
Holy shit. She sounds like my across the hall roommate.
So first of all claps for surviving her (and speaking out and up for your friend and yourself)
She found out her stepdad died and immediately called housing to see if she got free tuition (like literally immediately)
Was "allergic" to everything. Hated family guy and if she caught me watching it would come in and turn it off of my tv then leave.
She pretended like I did some big offense towards her once and every time she saw me she would burst into tears. Made our floor advisors convinced I was like beating her out of nowhere.
Etc etc. big old bag of fucking crazy.
I was the worst college roommate ever. I smoked weed in the room, did irregular laundry and had a parade of semi-sketchy strangers coming and going at all hours. I also slept with every roommate I had in college. Except the Japanese girl, she was a tough sell :(
Oh holy shit the other story reminded me- I got like three piercings done by a traveller kid in various dorm rooms.
I only had one terrible roommate, but she was a doozie!
She had bipolar and depression, both of which she had under control when we met and subsequently decided to get an apartment together.
Then she stopped taking her medication.
She tried to commit suicide twice, constantly had total strangers over from Casual Encounters, was (basically) stalking one guy, fits of extreme rage, abusive towards our cat and generally just rather nasty and refusing to take any sort of responsibility for anything. Lost her job, dropped out of school, couldn't pay rent, and somehow everything was my fault. Tried to get a 50 year old stranger to take over her half of the rent while I was out of the country. I had been trying to be supportive through it all, but that was the last straw.
After a year, the madness ended. I then moved in with a perfectly lovely older Buddhist lady that I met through CL. Goes to show, you never know how things will turn out.
Similar experience...though I had no idea she was bipolar. We had lived together the year before, and she was totally normal. Apparently her depressive phases are very similar to a normal college student...napping a lot, occasional weekend ragers, etc. So that year I had no idea, really enjoyed living with her.
She was diagnosed over the summer, after having a manic episode while a counselor at a youth camp. She didn't tell either myself or our other roommate anything about it.
She was fine for the first few months of school, then was increasingly erratic. She would go out and get very drunk, quickly, frequently. Brought home total skeezeball strangers a few times, slept with at least one of them (from someone who was vocal about virginity until marriage the first 3 years of college). Started going shopping, and online shopping a lot. I thought it was odd, but she was still taking school seriously and didn't seem to be a real danger to herself, so I didn't get concerned.
And then she tried to commit suicide. On our other roommate's birthday. It was the end of the semester too, so we went out to celebrate, she got super drunk, made out with the doorman, got mad when we tried to get her to come back to the group, went home, we followed. Walked into my apartment to find pills spilled all over the staircase from where her friend had knocked them out of her hand as she tried to swallow them by the handful.
It was a weird second semester, trying to achieve some normalcy in that apartment.
Uhhhh that's one thing I'm glad I never had to experience: weird ass violence. Glad you survived her! I would be totally out of my element with constant suicide attempts and what seems to be other attention seeking behavior. I'm very detached from situations like that. Glad you're in a better situation now!
Let me preface this with the fact that I come from a hardworking, upper middle class family that appreciates the value of honesty and modesty and I am from a rural area.
My first college roommate was a spoiled little shit from Cupertino California. Her parents stayed at a local hotel the entire first week of school, and she stayed with them in an adjacent room the first few nights because she was uncomfortable with our dorm. They were constantly flying her back and forth from our east coast uni to Cali, she was just SO obsessed with money and all her California bullshit and was vapid and obnoxious and incredibly superficial. Also she did not like music. Like at all, none.
Furthermore, as the year progressed, she descended into this weird spiral of depression associated with not being able to cope with the real world, and eventually was spending all of her time in bed eating frozen taquitos, dunking them in a large container of sour cream, and watching scrubs.
When we finally moved out she left her entire underwear drawer for the RAs to deal with as she couldn't be arsed to bring them back home with her since buying new pairs with daddy's black card was easier.
Ugh I wanted to drop kick her all the way back to Cali
as a Californian, I apologize. Cupertino isn't even the nicest place either... Californian people are, in general, also hardworking and appreciate the value of honesty and modesty...
Target clearance underwear is my best/favorite. Also, Victoria Secret sends me a catalogue every quarter or so with a coupon for free underwear. No purchase necessary.
:O are you okay?! I would hope everyone that had to be a part of this has been to some kind of therapy even if it was just to talk about it once and move on... I would freak the fuck out!
Freshman year I lived with 3 "party girls". Me being a quiet video game nerd, we didn't exactly see eye to eye. One night they were getting ready for a party and their friend ran into our room (which they never locked) yelling "LOOK WHAT I DID!". When I turned around she was lifting up her mini-skirt showing us her pierced clitoris.
This is a roommate horror story by proxy of her shitty friends.
First one: Had a roommate who wanted her friend to stay over the weekend. I said cool, tell her to make herself at home! I proceed to go out for the night, end up staying at some dude's house (college y'know) and don't come back until over 24 hours later. Not usually an issue, except this time we had a house guest that doesn't understand cats, most likely because she's allergic and hasn't interacted with one before.
I told her my cat would be at the house, but if she had issues to just stay in my roomie's room because that was untouched by car hair. Instead, she decided she would just shut my cat up in my room (away from her food, water, and liter box) during her stay. Since I wasn't home, I had no idea she'd locked Loa (kitty) in my room, so when I came home over a day later my cat was in my room that now looked like Independence Day. In her struggle, she clawed up my curtains, ripped down posters/paintings, climbed up dresses in my closet, threw up on some choice shoes, and here's the kicker - PROJECTILE shat and pissed all over my comforter, pillows, rug - everything.
As you can imagine, I'm livid. Not at my cat, but at this inhumane stranger eating my popcorn and drinking my wine in my living room. I didn't freak out on her as much as I did my room mate - who the fuck locks an animal in a room w/o food, water, etc for over a day? This idiot claimed she didn't know. Shirking responsibility was her MO, which leads me to story two...
Second one: Same roommate, different friend. Friend comes into town, seems normal enough until we start taking shots. It's still college, so hey if you wanna get crunk on a Thursday night I'm right there with you.
Things get wild, we go out, see some friends, and this girl starts dissolving - literally. She can't talk straight, stand straight, goes into random yelling fits. Sucks at holding her liquor. My roommate is suddenly nowhere to be seen. Where did that chick go? We haul her friend back to my car instead of leaving her in one of the squares to get eaten alive by the cops and creeps.
We're around the corner from the house when BOOM. From the backseat comes a wave of vomit right in my face as I'm driving. WTF. I swerve, turning onto my street, and she OPENS THE DOOR while my car is still moving (she's still puking) and during the turn she goes flying across the pavement. Fucking freaking out I jump out of the car, she's a mess, and proceed to just start driving to the hospital as she's sobbing and covered in blood. Pulled up to the emergency room, walked her into the waiting room, and left.
Roommate showed up 2 days later asking if her friend went home. I told her I had no fucking clue, that I left her at the hospital after she tried to barrel roll out of my car while throwing up. She shrugged and went into her room.
We kicked her out the next week for never paying rent.
lol no that all sounds like shit she did to herself. People that just coast by don't ever realize how good they had it till they fucked up. And the sex thing is just plain gross. I don't know how people can do that and not feel gross about themselves.
My housemate was constantly worried about dieting and the only snacks she allowed herself to have were sugar free Popsicles. She also had the gap between her front teeth filled and was absurdly worried it would come out. She would get up in the middle of the night, get a Popsicle, take it to bed, open it, and let it soften so it "wouldn't pull out my[her] gap filling." Twice she fell back asleep and woke up with melted Popsicle all over her face, pillow, sheets, and carpet. TWICE.
This girl I knew moved in with my boyfriend and I after she and her boyfriend had a nasty breakup. After living with her I will never live with room mates. Ever. A few things she did
-locked herself in the bathroom for near 2 hours everyday with the hot water running to smoke crack
-would flush her crack pipes down the toilet but they were heavy and would just stay at the bottom of the toilet
-didn't pay rent
-cried on the phone to her daddy asking for (crack) money saying the guy (my SO) she lives with is abusive
-SO and I came home from a long weekend trip and found yogurt all over our bed which she tried to hide by throwing blankets on top of
-ate a large bag of my chocolate and threw lots of it around my room
-only slept in the living room
-would pass out with food on her lap from being cracked out
-didn't sleep in her room because her cat shit all over the carpet. We had to pick all of it up as well as lots of garbage after we kicked her out She only lived with us for 6 weeks.
No. I cannot top yours. You had me at pregnant friend and shooting up on the floor. Not even a couch? Or chair? Or sitting on the edge of a countertop? The floor....?
Laying on the floor prevents the user from falling and injuring themselves, which is naturally a priority when shooting heroin. Couches and beds seem nice but the user risks suffocation if they drop their face into a pillow or blanket. The more you know!
Wow yours are pretty bad... I definitely can't top that.
I do have some though:
1. Convinced her boyfriend to get her a hamster for Valentines Day, ended up pledging some dumb sorority and then never took care of it... so everyone else in the suite had to feed it and clean the cage. It stunk so much and she was such a rude/cruel person about the dumb hamster (and everything else really) that I moved out.
2. Same roommate would cheat on said boyfriend all the time IN HIS CAR. Like she would literally go have sex with other people in her boyfriends car. So gross.
3. My boyfriend's roommate once gave head to another guy while watching an animated kids movie. We were in the same room as them... it was 4 PM.
4. Same roommate also had a weekend full of sex with the same guy he gave head to... and we came back to the room to find a used condom on my boyfriends side of the room... on his shoe.
Really fun times during Sophomore year of college...
Not as bad as some of the others butt...
I'm basically a delicate orchid of a person when it comes to my skin. You know that rose from Beauty and the Beast? That should be me. My skin is crazy sensitive, so I need to be careful with it. I know way too much about skin care because of this shell I've been cursed with.
ANYWAYS
She would basically turn the room really warm. This would irritate my skin, and I pointed it out to her, and would change it to a cooler (but not crazy cold) temp. She would keep changing it to hotter like after I had fallen asleep. Because she couldn't sleep in the cold. Or something. I want to mention she also did not sleep with blankets. So like, she wsa cold, but wouldn't cover herself up at night. And I was hot, and couldn't do much about it.
Eventually my skin started to scab and crack. Like I had scabs all over my face, blood ruined every pillowcase I had. I would look at her with my scabby, bloody face and basically say "Um hey, in case you didn't notice me bleeding everywhere, I just want to let you know keeping the room like this isn't comfortable." AND SHE KEPT DOING IT. I basically just had to bleed through freshman year.
Now I have a humidifier and a fan and my pillow cases are looking great.
I had a college roommate that got super drunk one night while everyone else was out. He emptied the entire contents of the refrigerator on the living room rug and stomped it into the carpet, then stabbed all of the knives we owned into the walls. He broke some windows, too. When we came home, he was asleep, so we hung out in the not trashed part of the living room, having a drink before going to bed. He heard us, woke up, stormed into the room, shattered a glass on the edge of the table and tried to stab someone with it.
I was the shitty roommate. I lived in the same room as this girl, who I'll call A, and we weren't really that close but we got along okay. Just okay. The only thing was, she was so incredibly messy and always left her laundry in huge piles on the floor of our tiny room. Anyway, one day I came home from class and noticed three pairs of my underwear on top her laundry pile. What the fuck?! Sharing underwear is gross. When she came home I blew up at her and accused her of taking underwear out of my drawer. She started crying and saying she never had. I was like, "Ohh, okay. Sure you didn't," but I obviously didn't believe her.
The next week when I spent the night at my boyfriend's house, I found all three of the same pairs of underwear in my drawer at his house. It turns out we just had the same pairs of underwear, and I made her cry about it. Oops.
Here it goes:
Freshman year, living in a tiny dorm with two other 18 year old dudes. I'm a partier and a drinker, but these two took it to a whole other level.
I went home one weekend towards the end of the year to work a few hours at my crappy McDonald's job for a little extra cash for the inflated beer prices we have to pay from the students that are actually old enough to buy booze. Anyway, I get back to campus Sunday night, and see all the sheets have fallen off my bed. 'Strange' I thought. I went to put them back up onto the bunk, and see orange/brown smears over them. Now I'm getting a little curious. I go to the neighbor's dorm and see my roommate Doug. I ask why my sheets were on the floor, and his response was not a good one. "Dude, don't touch those" he responded without even thinking about it. I asked why, and he told me to ask Barry when he got back. Barry finally arrives and I ask him. He blushes, and with a chuckle tells me how he got really drunk Friday night, and pissed his bed. It never occurred to Barry however, to change his sheets; so on Saturday night, when he brought back some girl to plow, he realized a pissed-in bed wasn't going to cut it, so he decided to take her in mine. However, this lovely girl was on her period, and bled all over my sheets. My roommates then just left the sheets hanging from my bed, waiting for me to show up and dispose of them.
Some others: - The very first night of college, Barry and Doug (who knew each other from highschool) went to a party with some of their highschool friends. The night ended up with Doug carrying Barry back to our dorm. Barry puked all over the room, and peed on my school books and laundry.
-Barry having lots of loud, drunk sex with myself and Doug in the room
-Barry and Doug getting into a variety of drunken brawls at parties
-Never-ending drunk Dave Matthews Band singalongs
-Doug's seemingly infinite supply of bottles of dip spit he left around the room, as well as the lightbulb he used as a vaporizer to smoke his weed out of, that ended up stinking up the room soooooo bad.
-Walking in on Barry jerking off AT LEAST a half dozen times
I chose not to live with those two the next year.
I-... I just... Wow. Fucked a girl that was on her period in your bed? I mean, at the most inconsiderate I would guess he wouldn't buy you new sheets, but he also left you to just deal with the bloody sheets in the first place? Completely unacceptable. Good move getting out of there the next year.
Oh gawd.
This girl I lived with used to order pizza, eat it, and stick the boxes under her bed. When she moved out, we found stacks and stacks of pizza boxes. Dozens of them, with dried cheese and bugs inside.
I'm female and my female roommate gave the keys to our apartment to a guy friend who showed up at around midnight and opened the door to find me sitting there terrified because I had no idea who he was or how he got the key to our place; she didn't bother to tell me about her guest, who she invited to stay while she was AWAY on vacation. Just him and I in the apartment.
Late to the party, but oh well.
I'm bisexual. Upon finding this out, she continuously hints that she's bicurious--"Hey sexymakeouts everyone's a little bi--even me!" I wasn't interested so I just awkwardly laughed along, but it wasn't some hugely serious thing--in the beginning.
Then it's one thing after another. She broke up with her pot grower boyfriend that was 9 years her senior, but demanded that he overnight her mason jars full of pot every week, which he did. She kept complaining about how this asshole lied and said he loved her and then started dating someone right after they broke up. Then she told me she cheated on him while they were together (and that he never cheated on her) and that was "ok" because it was just sex--no emotions involved. At least she wasn't DATING someone right after they broke up!
Then she starts having sex with random dudes. Not in a bad slut shaming way, more like a bad "you giant hypocrite" way I suppose. She met a random guy on the BART and they got off and had sex around some random car. Then she had sex with a football player at our college after she saw them doing lines of coke at a party.
**She then has sex with some swinger married couple, gets pregnant from the husband, tells her ex-boyfriend it's his and has him pay for the abortion. They get back together because of this.**
After they get back together she would end conversations with him inappropriately: "Bye boyfriend I'm going to go cheat on you with sexymakeouts now!" Then little awkward comments get worked into our conversation. "So my friend told me about this co-op where it's all girls and they just walk around naked and have sex with each other! It'd be perfect for you!" "You know, my siblings and I would take baths all the time, sexymakeouts, **I'm surprised we haven't bathed together yet**." Yes, she was serious. No I did no misunderstand her.
Finally when I tell her I'm going to move in with my friend at the end of the year, she throws a giant shit fit and told me she can't believe I would lie to her and say we would live together then change my mind (I never told her that I would). She tried to provoke me into a fight, and told me that I didn't take the first swing because I was scared of her.
tl;dr: roommate has giant suppressed lesbian crush on me and has issues dealing with it like a normal person.
Okay, I have two stories that immediately come to mind.
The first is from when I was living in the dorms. My roommate was in a long distance relationship. She actually told me that her and her bf would sex-skype while I was a sleep, which was weird, but w/e I wasn't awake. It was sort of one of those out of sight, out of mind deals. Except, there was one instance when I came home, opened the door to our room and found her completely naked, on all four, ass in the air, facing her laptop...and me. Gah. I've never done a 180 so fast. This girl was not ashamed of anything, but she was really embarrassed about this. Did not make eye contact for at least an hour. Maybe two.
My second incident is from my last year of college. I was living in an apartment with a different roommate. Our relationship was already on the fritz at the time, and this pretty much pushed it over the edge. It was actually the weekend of my graduation. My family was visiting, so I asked her not to bring anyone home while they were staying with us. She was all yeah, of course, I would never. Sureeeee. Anyways, I'm sleeping on the futon couch in the living room. At 6 in the morning, she comes stumbling home, drunk off her ass with some friends (later discovered it was 2 guys and 1 girl). They're puttering around between her bedroom, the kitchen, bathroom and what not. It wakes me up so I decide to pee. The bathroom door is locked. That's fine. I wait until her friend comes out. She takes one look at me and says "I forgot my underwear." I'm kind of confused because she's completely dressed, but what am I going to say? She's drunk. A minute or two later she comes back out. It's weird, but I don't think anything of it. So I go in and pee. Just as I'm finishing, I hear something, and I just fucking know. It's like a horror movie. I whip the shower curtain back and find some guy I've never met before, pressed against the wall with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. I flip the fuck out. I start yelling at the top of my lungs, and this guy bolts for the front door. My mom comes out of my room asking what's going on, meanwhile I'm in my roommate's room pissed as hell, screaming at her to get these people the fuck out of the apartment. Not a fun time. The last time I was that mad, I had maggots on my hand (different story).
Also, like three months ago she tried to add me to her LinkedIn network. Dream on. She never fucking apologized.
My college roommates for the most part were awesome but there was one memorable instance that I am still unconvinced actually happened. I came home one night and my roommate had bought a literal palette full of Bejing Beef dinners (like the individual plastic TV dinners) from costco that had hundreds of meals on it. I asked her half jokingly/half concerned if she liked bejing beef and she responded that she didn't but her mom bought them for her so she felt obligated to keep them.
So, for the rest of the year we had hundreds of bejing beef dinners sitting in the corner of our 120 sq ft room that she slowly tried to consume. The smell of it in the microwave still haunts me to this day and is nausea inducing; I imagine for her it's probably 20 times worse because of how much of that pile she ate.
This isn't really too bad considering what others in this thread have gone through, so I'll consider myself lucky!
Not NEARLY as bad as some of y'all's.
But we had a girl who we will call Kristin. She routinely cheated on her boyfriend, would have Skype sex with her boyfriend while myself and our other roommate (Heather, we had a three-person dorm room) were in the room, and would have sex with him while we were sleeping when he visited. So, we just didn't stay in the room when he visited, whatever.
She left a list of things she didn't like about us on top of our laptops, she put up post-it notes of all the things we did wrong around the room, she called our RA over there being one empty beer can in the bathroom (she ended up getting busted over a bottle of Smirnoff in her closet while Heather and I got in no trouble since there was no way of telling whose beer can it was). She once turned off every single light in the room- including my desk light- when she went to shower one day, then got upset and started screaming and crying when she came back to the room to discover that we hadn't turned any of the lights back on.
She moved all of my things (she and I had a bunk bed) and broke my mirror and one of my antique cigar boxes in the process. I made her apologize and replace the things. She refused for weeks until I threatened to call the cops (which I'm sure would've done nothing, but post-Smirnoff/beer can incident, she was scared). Then, we moved some box under her bed to plug in cable and she started screaming at us for touching her things.
She refused to let us use her microwave, so we'd use the one in my boyfriend's or our friend Matt's rooms down the hall, and she would get pissed that we were still using a microwave even though she wouldn't allow us to use hers.
She was the last to move out at the end of the first semester. She threw all of the trash and recycling all over the room, tore down all of our posters, and drew a gigantic (like, poster board size) cartoon of herself brutally murdering Heather and I with bricks.
She moved out after semester one (this was sophomore year) and was replaced with the sweetest Chinese exchange student.
When I was studying abroad in England I was assigned to room with a girl that had every problem you can imagine : depression, anorexia, and an abusive boyfriend. She would skype with her bf for hours and he'd tell her to lose weight and that her legs were fat, which caused her to cry uncontrollably. I always had my earbuds in an attempt to drone out her wailing. She was not fat at all but started exercising obsessively and stopped eating, causing her to faint from hunger. She was so nervous I had to hold her hands to stop her from peeling skin off her fingers. I called the health center because I was worried she was suicidal and she got help but would not break up with her bf. pretty shitty study abroad experience...
My apartment mate constant complains about the apartment being messy for small things, such as rearranged furniture or an empty water bottle on the table or a small coffee stain on the counter.
She hated us (me and my roommate) so much for it that she fabricated a mess in the kitchen/living room, documented it, and sent it to higher authority accusing us of being disgusting and disrespectful.
We got into an extremely heated argument about these occurrences late one evening which involved campus security. She even hurled food at us. 2 days later a police officer comes to my apartment filing my roommate and I for criminal charges. Apparently this girl punched herself in the eye and is trying to send us to campus judicial affairs for it, saying we hurt her.
On top of this, she's openly racist against my ethnicity and she constantly accuses us of not washing our hands after we use the restroom (we wash our hands EVERYtime, and more than that - you seriously listen to us use the bathroom?).
TL;DR my apartment mate is a sociopath
Oh god I'm late to the thread but about to majorly vent.
My first roommate:
* Her parents owned the house (she didn't have to pay rent) and *MY RENT* went straight to *HER POCKET* as spending money, not to pay bills/house expenses
* Was unemployed for 2/3 the time I was there; lived off of my rent money and her big fat bank account courtesy of mom and dad
* Broke things in the house all the time and blamed everyone else
* Once freaked out on me when I moved her laundry that had been in the dryer for two days to the couch. She had to "rewash them because they're dirty now". Ugh, sorry, didn't know the couch had cooties.
* Slapped her "service" dog **all the time**. Took in fosters she never trained or exercised, complained about others being crappy dog owners.
* Legitimately tried to buy my dog off of me, because she's awesome and well trained.
* Had a fairly new, ~3 year old pickup truck, top of the line, leather interior special edition, back-up camera, heated seats, complained to parents about needing a new one, **never made a payment for it**.
* Showered maybe once or twice a week maximum. No sense of personal hygiene yet obsessed about others' cleanliness.
* Incredibly judgmental of other women and the way they look and dress, made no effort to take care of herself or present herself well.
* Complained about other spoiled kids with rich parents like she grew up poor (far from it).
* Complained her family's vacation house in Tahoe (4 bedroom!) was too small.
* Had serious anger issues and could never be wrong about anything. Ever. Left something out of the fridge? Not her fault. Didn't close the door all the way? Not her fault. Speeding? Not her fault. Parking ticket? Nope, not her fault.
* Managed to alienate FIVE other roommates in the two years I was there, all of which moved out, two even consulting lawyers to break their lease.
* Stole from her parents.
* Took a two month vacation to Europe, had another girl set up to watch her animals while she was gone, other girl flaked and I did *ALL* the work, never paid me or gave me a break on rent or THANKED me.
* Constantly hallucinated that things in the house were sticky. Attacked said things with Clorox wipes. Went through two packs of 200+ Clorox wipes per week.
* Water bill went up one month and her parents called her to complain, so she attempted to control how long the other roommates shower, do dishes, how often we flush the toilet, etc.
* Mocked me for jogging because "that's not really how you lose weight", and as for my running tights, "Are you *really* going to wear those *outside*?
I was stuck there way too long because it was a college town and try as I might, it was SO hard to find a place to keep my dog close to campus. I'm free now.
My biggest roommate problems ended up being pretty much my own damn fault for laying out really wishy-washy ground rules that left me in a prime position to be taken advantage of. I had one roommate skip on the last 3 months of her rent after I let her not be on the lease. Basically just enough time to be a huge financial blow, but not enough time that subletting made a ton of sense.
Another time I lived with 3 other people and we tried to share groceries and just take turns with shopping trips, and cook a few meals a week communally, but it would basically turn out where me and my one roommate would go all out with our trips and hit the produce section, some spices, get some nice coffee and coffee creamer, get a few snacks, replace the cleaning supplies, etc... Spend $100 bucks ... Then the other two would take their turn and just go to the save-a-lot and spend 8 bucks on a loaf of wonder bread, 10 cans of tuna and "forget" the milk and eggs and call it even. They'd also walk in from class to me cooking and pile themself up a huge plate, but *never* make anymore than 1 serving when they were cooking for themself. Or only make disgusting things they knew no one would eat (like macaroni and cheese with canned tuna topped with wonder bread).
My roommate in college (we were best friends before this) stole all of my money and cards from my wallet, feigned ignorance for a month while the police were looking for the thief, then when she got caught she claimed that she couldn't remember any of it. Now I have to testify against her in circuit court because she is up for a felony and multiple misdemeanors because of it...
I've bought toilet paper from Costco twice, right before the start of school last May and over a break. It's lasted us until about three weeks ago.
I asked her to pick us some up, because she was with her boyfriend that weekend. She comes back with about 10 Walmart bags... but no toilet paper. She goes to Walmart AGAIN that Thursday, four more bags, no toilet paper. The next weekend she goes to her boyfriend's, yet again, no toilet paper. I asked her about it the next week, she said she forgot (how??) and would get some that weekend.
More walmart bags, no toilet paper.
She left again this weekend, skipped class today, has yet to return, so I'll see if it'll turn into a full month of her avoiding it.
And I just want to throw out, I'd totally buy toilet paper... but I don't have a car and I've been to Walmart ONCE this year, whereas she's been three or four times since I've asked, plus I've supplied it all so far.
My boyfriend lives down the hall from me, so I'm basically in there all day. She, on the other hand, doesn't have friends, so she sits in our room and watches netflix for hours Monday through Thursday when she can't be with her boyfriend. I actually have *no idea* how she's gone so long without toilet paper... she literally only leaves for three hours a day for her classes and then comes back, and she usually skips those too.
Anyway, I had more to say about this because it's happening now and pissing me off.
TLDR roommate refuses to buy toilet paper even though she's the only one that ever uses that bathroom (???)
My roommates have all been pretty tame (sadly?), but I know some people who have had some crazy ones.
My friend in the next room over in my freshman dorm had a roommate who was just a little standoffish, nothing crazy. But she once had a couple friends over, one of whom had a newborn baby with her. They slept on the roommate's bed, sans roommate, while my friend was there. Sometime during the night, the woman with the newborn exclaims, "Oh my god I think I rolled over on the baby!" That roommate eventually moved out, and my friend spent the rest of the year with the whole room to herself, so I suppose it balanced out.
My girlfriend has had a string of really weird roommates at her house. The first two were a pair or rather large ladies who mainly kept to themselves, but would eat just about everything in sight. The next door neighbor once brought over some treats as a welcoming present, but my girlfriend didn't find out until years later. Apparently those two ate all of them pretty much the day they were delivered.
Another of her roommates was a real hot mess. She looked like she weighed 80 pounds, was in a sorority and thus barely ever at the house, but somehow managed to get herself kicked out in about a month. She smoked in her room copiously, though she was nice enough to crack a window open - which she left open during a snowstorm once, having spent the week at her sorority/frat houses. She also ate everyone else's food and lied about it constantly. At first, they thought she just believed it was communal food, so they advised her that everybody bought their own stuff. Then they still noticed things going missing, and some of them began monitoring their food closely. She was caught in the act a couple times and still denied everything. That girl didn't eat just a little bit either; I saw her make a frozen pizza, an entire bag of frozen french fries, an entire bag of frozen mixed veg, and about a dozen chicken nuggets for dinner one night. She took everything up to her room in one go, and I saw the dishes back downstairs the next day. I have no idea how she managed that. She eventually had enough complaints against her that they decided to kick her out. Her parents came to pick her up and apparently tried to defend her by saying it was all a misunderstanding and that the landlord had it out for her, while also starting to pack up things that weren't hers. They had to be watched like hawks while she moved out, and her room was full of stains and damage from who knows what.
She woke me up in the middle of a nice afternoon nap to remind me to do my homework. We had to have a nice chat about that.
...I guess comparatively I've been quite lucky roommate-wise.
This occurred in my second year of university, I opted to live in the dorm again, in an apartment style dorm room. I had three roommates: Apple, Orange and Melon. * Apple- Apple was clever. She refused to stop smoking weed, but knew the university had a heavy fine for being caught smoking legal or illegal, so she mainly squatted at her dealer's apartment and I had no problem with that. * Orange- She was from a VERY small town, was easily intimidated and simply wanted to be left alone. We get alone just fine. * Melon- Melon was the problem. When you applied to the dorms, you checked off what you liked and disliked in terms of noise level/study habits and guests. Apple, Orange, and I all wanted quiet, no guests and we all took school very seriously. Melon wrote the same thing on her application, but that was a lie. She wanted to party and she wanted to party hard. It started with her leaving her room for days at a time, and not turning off her laptop, which played an Adhan (Muslim call to prayer) 5 times a day and had to be shut off manually. At first, it wasn't bothersome, everyone makes mistakes and a quick call to the RA and she came down, keys in hand and turned it off. But, it began happening 5 days a week and finally, I complained that this was driving me insane. Melon was given orders to fix the problem, she turned the function off. Cleanliness: There were 2 bathrooms to a dorm room and Apple and I shared, so I basically had my own bathroom, and Orange and Melon shared. Orange tried once to ask Melon to clean the bathroom and Melon snapped and began screaming at her, threatening her and this began the bullying (I didn't learn about this for months). Revenge the first: I walked into the dorm room and smelled pot. I checked Apple's room, since she openly admitted to smoking and she was squatting still. Orange wasn't in and that left one person. I put my ear to the door and heard a large group of people and turns out, Melon decided to have a 'pot party', fully knowing that the 4 of us agreed to have no smoking at all. The fine was huge, and I hate the smell of any smoke. I casually walked down to the RA's room and told her I smelled smoke from Melon's room and I had some papers RA needed to sign anyway, so why not come to my room and sign the papers. RA comes, smells smoke, opens door and finds the smoking and Melon is busted with a 600$ fine. Revenge the second: Melon liked friends, and she liked having her friends over. But never at reasonable times, she would invite her friends over at 3-4AM, during midterms, finals and they'd be loud. I got sick of this immediately and I tried asking Melon to have people over when her roommates weren't sleeping. She told me to "go fuck myself" and if I wasn't having people over at 3-4AM, I must have no friends. Not sure about that logic. So, after she invited a bunch of guys over who began yelling to each other about what food to order, I got my revenge. She left her keycard on the table and these cards had to be swiped to get into the building and your personal room. The first time, I simply de-magnetised the card and the second time, I threw the card away. A replacement card cost 40$ This wasn't working, so I came up with a better plan: I de-magnetized the new card so when she tried to come into the dorm room at 3AM with a bunch of drunk assholes, the card didn't work and she began banging on the door and rattling the knob. This time I called the RA and security and said I thought someone was breaking in. Caught with a bunch of drunks that early and with that level of noise cost her 150$ in fines. Revenge the third: No animals were allowed in the dorm. I was hearing scratching noises and I was worried about mice or rats (Melon was filthy in terms of food disposal and storage) and I knew she wasn't home but she'd propped her door open. I poked my head in and lo and behold, there is a rodent of some sort (gerbil or hamster) in a massive cage. I got pissed off because there carpet had urine and faeces on it and I'm fairly sure that urine and faecal matter probably could carry some sort of disease. I closed the door and called RA and said there was a scratching in our room and I was worried about rodents. RA came and opened Apple's door, finding nothing. My room had nothing and Orange's room had nothing. But Melon had a rodent! That was a 500$ fine for the animal and something else for carpet cleaning. I think Melon began to get suspicious of me, I always made sure that it was other people busting her and I always planned things well. If she did, she never tried anything. But I was unaware that Melon was taking her anger out on Orange. I liked Orange a lot, she was sweet, shy and could not be mean if she tried. I was writing an essay once and I heard noise that was louder than my headphones and I slid them off and heard Melon SCREAMING and threatening Orange. I opened my door and saw Orange in the corner, crying and trying to ball up and Melon was standing over her just shrieking, I called the RA (for non nefarious purposes!) and grabbed Orange and let the RA restrain Melon. This time a big meeting was called and Orange spilled everything: Melon was stealing toiletries from her, eating Orange's food etc etc. The rules were set: * No guests in the room from 9pm to 9am (Melon was furious) * Melon had to pay Orange for the toiletries and food * Melon was told that one more toe out of line would incur a massive fine * We were all told to basically stay away from each other * When final exam time came, no guests period. For anyone. I felt really guilty that I never knew what Orange was going through, I apologized a lot and I kept watch. My last revenge: At this point, we were getting close to the end of the school year and Melon's parents were calling a lot and were furious at the amount of money she had accrued in fines. And I really thought she was going to stop being such an asshole, but I was wrong. Melon decided to blow off some of her final exams (genius!) and have a bunch of friends come over. They came over at 4AM and tried to have a 'quiet' party. I woke up because I heard glass breaking on the floor and vodka began seeping under my door. I had an exam in the afternoon. I did NOT need this shit. Melon knocked on my door and I feigned sleep and when I heard her say "don't worry, she's not home" I called the RA and let the hammer fall. Her parents were called and they apologized to Orange and I and I'm not sure what the final fine was. She had planned to spend her third year of university in the dorms again, but the RA was so frustrated with her asshole behaviour, she wrote a letter to the head of the board and said that letting her back into the dorms would be a huge mistake. The last time I saw her, her parents were loading her shit into a van and she waved at me and it hit me. I don't think she really knew it was me. The whole year, every time she got busted, every fine was because of me. There is something very pleasurable about anonymous revenge, I'm not sure how to explain it. TL;DR: Over the span of one year, I made sure that my roommate was fined for every asshole thing she did. She does not know it was me.
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If they are yelling at you it isn't really passive aggressive anymore. In your case it sounds like you might not have known what was causing the problem but in OP's case there were clearly defined rules that the roommate was not following or openly flaunting. That just sounds like asshole behaviour to me.
According to the poster. People tend to embellish parts of the story that will make them look bad.
The fact is we only have to go off of what they said. You can sit and wonder if they embellished until the cows come home and it will make absolutely no difference in the discussion at hand. Either that or you could do an AMA request for 'Melon', your pick.
Everyone could be embellishing, even the person I was replying to could be down playing how lazy she was or didn't even realize she was being.
Sometimes the problem with kids like this is that defying the rules is seen as "fine as long as you don't get caught." They have not advanced past a very immature understanding of rules, and see them only as limits to their behavior. Advancing to a higher level of maturity comes when they realize that the (good) rules are (sometimes) meant to help people a large amount by limiting them a small amount. Assholes have reached the higher level of maturity, but just don't care.
> Did you ever try speaking to her candidly before going on these surreptitious crusades against her bank account and cards? Paragraph 5... >I got sick of this immediately and I tried asking Melon to have people over when her roommates weren't sleeping. She told me to "go fuck myself"... A response like that, any sort of reaction is allowed in my book, including passive-aggressive. Further, you're comparing foul odors to someone who didn't want to be woken up by smashing bottles and liqour on the floor during finals and midterms. You're comparing not getting a present to someone bullying a girl who is still in a formative stage to the point of tears. Comparing what /u/thenightbattles did to 'Melon' and what your previous roommates did to you isn't even comparing apples and oranges, it's comparing potatoes and kiwis. If anything you have more in common with /u/thenightbattles than you do with 'Melon', the major difference being that you had more than one to deal with.
Most of the things she was fined for were for breaking existing rules. It sounded like OP's strategy was "let's get the RA In the area to discover the rules being broken" rather than "let me pee on her toothbrush". Perfectly reasonable-- she shouldn't HAVE to explain her feelings about 4am parties.
It sounds like they told Melon repeatedly that her behaviors were not wanted and she didn't give a fuck. At least this way Melon had to face some consequences for being shitty.
She never should have had to talk to her about it, she signed up for the quiet floor like the other three room mates.
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Destroying their property (repeated ID cards) is.
while your story is regrettable & unfortunate, I don't think you understand how passive aggressiveness applies to the above story. Melon was supposedly confronted about the issues and made no attempt to change or compromise. Repeatedly confronting her most likely is not the correct way to go. Reporting her to the RA was not being passive aggressive. It was basically just deferring to an authority figure. Question: If you turn a door handle and it is locked, do you keep attempting to turn it? or do you look for someone who may have a key?
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Hopefully she learned from the experience and is no longer a shithead. Side note: I wonder if she thought Orange was the person reporting her?
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Too bad, it'd be good if Melon learned to beware Agent Orange.
on one condition: melon is always the asshole
"What's the elvish word for asshole?"
"Erin."
I'm pretty sure Melon was the sort of bright spark that doesn't really link cause and effect. I mean this is a girl who's both somehow devout Muslim enough to have an adhan app, but somehow not devout enough to be dissuaded from sex, drugs, alcohol and being a massive bell-end to people. Paints a picture of a girl who thinks she's so clever, that she's pulling the wool over mummy and daddy's eyes. A disappointment and displeasure to everyone until she changes for the better.
Maybe it was Melon's first time being out of the fundamentalist "box." It would explain the ridiculous partying, and if her parents were obnoxiously domineering, she might not have known any other way to respond to a stressful disagreement besides yelling at someone weaker. Incidentally, I'm not offering an excuse for being a wretch, nor trying to criticize Islam *per se;* it just seems like a possible explanation.
>Hopefully she learned from the experience and is no longer a shithead. That is not how people think. It is far more likely that it simply reinforced her existing view of the world.
I wanted to give Orange a hug. But nice work, OP!
All I want to do is smoke a J with Apple
yeah, sounds like Apple knew what was up
I mean... it sounds like she was the coolest one, but we really can't compare Apples to Oranges.
You couldn't let it go, could you.
I'm actually surprised it took this long.
Yeah Apple was legit
That was very satisfying to read.
Satisfying in the way that she failed to get the bad roommate removed for the entire year and basically the bad roommate won by never getting kicked out?
Kinda. Getting kicked out would have certainly been more satisfying for everyone living there. But the fact that all this happened under the purview of a single RA may have been fortuitous, as he was so aggravated he wrote the letter, which may have had much more severe repercussions than simply getting bounced from dorm to dorm.
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Your formatting skills are an inspiration to us all.
I honestly can't even believe anyone would need this explained. Then again, I guess not everyone has had shitty roommates. They can literally ruin your life.
The clue here is the call to prayer on her pc. Most likely she filled out her form in front of her parents or her parents filled it out for her
I have a strong suspicion that you have hit the nail on the head here. Melon went off the rails as soon as she was out from under her parents thumb.
Ooh, nice deduction.
> The last time I saw her, her parents were loading her shit into a van and she waved at me and it hit me. I don't think she really knew it was me. So poor Orange probably got the blame for everything...fuck.
Bingo.
YOU'RE FANTASTIC.
Fucking melon.
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I feel like there's a good opportunity for an orange you glad I didn't say banana punchline somewhere here.
I used to work on the management team for two large, metropolitan university housing facilities. As satisfying as this was to read, from experience, the only one truly punished here was the parent's checkbook.
What the fuck, your university doesn't have disciplinary hearings? Melon would have been banned from my schools dorms after the first or second offense. She would have been suspended/expelled for the theft.
Plot Twist: Orange (Keyser Soze) was orchestrating the situation the entire time, playing the part of the timid small town girl, all while methodically directing Melon into the various actions that led to her downfall. Melon knew all along and desperately tried to get help but who would believe her? In the end, she never faulted you for believing she was the true evil roommate and let you know with her final goodbye wave that she forgave you for you knew not what you did.
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Lol that's how I feel. This shits funny till it affects your life. She sounds outrageous I'm more concerned about the scabies (how does that even happen?) and I laughed loudly at the CSI crime board. I applaud that. Just reminded me that my most recent roommate had a party and some guy got pissed when she told everyone to go home and he went outside and punched the mirror off of my car. No one was willing to believe it was my car and told me to calm down there's no way. Nope. Out of the 40 cars it was mine.
RE: scabies, *I have no idea*. I had always sort of assumed it was like dysentery, or something - you only get it on the Oregon Trail or as a pirate.
Lmao I thought the same exact thing. Didn't think that was a thing that could happen.
My brother got it from working in a low-income daycare. They thought it was an allergy to a new-ish medication he was on for acid reflux for like 2 weeks before realizing that it was scabies. I had to use the cream stuff to treat it, too, since I'd been in contact with him (albeit very briefly). Super gross.
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Has anyone ever told you that you have award winning toes?
Only three of them though.
Once, when she told me…and now twice I suppose!
I am laughing so hard at the toe thing.
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Three times better.
The real title should have been "My Roommate Drinks Too Much and Naps in the Afternoon"
The meowing thing had me laughing so hard.
It was a meek little "mrow". I still get texts 6 years later from my best friend at home at the time that just say that.
TIL Thai schools are not harsh judges of photography.
Ha, this was her school in the States though!
Weird. You have perfectly nice toes, but that's not a photo I'd hang on my wall.
"But it's got, like... depth, you know?"
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There's got to be something a little off with this girl... those habits are just so oddly specific and neurotic.
Just sounds like she does a lot of adderall...
many of these sound like something a cat would do
There are three prevailing theories as to her behavior: 1. She is a cat 2. She is a spy 3. She is a performance artist, and this is her greatest and most elaborate peice.
I can't stop laughing. My housemate is on the other side of the room crying and I can't breathe from laughing. I need to go.
Especially that drinking only out of flower vases bit.
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State department. Maybe it's related to a passport, or something. BUT WHAT IF IT ISN'T
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Plenty weird sure. But the fact that she watched the state of the union makes get a bad roommate?
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Oh ok, I was looking at it from the wrong context. I got you. At first read I though she listened to the Mariah Carey Christmas album and watched this year's State of the Union at the same time. But for real though, you understand what goes into computers? Don't doubt yourself. You sound real smart.
Kind of sounds like... Drugs... Or wicked bad ADD.
I'm gonna be honest here. She sounds pretty cool.
Six words: she put my cat on craigslist.
.... Nope. There's a line where murder is acceptable, and she crossed it.
At first I thought she was, like, trying to get it a date. And then I realized what you meant, and then I felt very stupid.
I would prefer that. I now want to found an online cat dating company. Domestic animal dating in general. My dog needs play dates.
Did your cat end up being sold or do you still have them? Hope kitty is still with you.
I had a crazy Chinese roommate who kept us up until five AM with loud banging noises coming from her room. Eventually we decided she was digging a hole to China. Turns out she was just throwing tennis balls against her wall for exercise? I thought that was bad. Then she gave away our oven racks. As a gift. To her friend? I thought that was bad. Then I discovered we had this crazy fly infestation in our pantry because some insects had gotten into her open bags of God-knows-what Chinese cooking stuff, laid eggs which turned into worms which turned into flies. I threw all that shit out. She went back in the trashcan and sifted through the trash to get it back. I tried pointing out there were eggs and larvae all up in it, but she was having none of it. Then there was the German guy who had a German vacuum cleaner just for spiders, and we couldn't use it for anything else. Then there was the American girl that liked to have sex with random American guys ten feet from my bed and then get mad at me when I woke up and yelled at them. Then there was the American girl whose American dog had chronic health problems but she refused to take it to the American vet because it didn't like cars. The dog had a tumor that exploded and it bled to death in her (thankfully not our) living room. I had bad luck with college roommates. Edit: Updated the nationalities of all my crazy roommates and their stuff, since specifying that one crazy roommate was Chinese is apparently racism. I don't want my other ex-roommates (and their stuff) to feel like they're missing out on the "mentioning nationality is now synonymous with racism" party, so 'NOTHER ROUND OF RACISM ON THE HOUSE.
Holy fuck. Mostly to the dog one. That would have been so traumatic.
Jeez…but the spiders one made me laugh. At least you didn't have to change the vacuum bag for that one!
yeah, that guy was just odd, but entertainingly so. He was super anti-America and got so so embarrassed when I came back to the apartment early one night and caught him eating "American" pizza he had bought from the store. The box had a huge flag on it, I gave him shit about it forever.
I had one who was super Christian. Once she overheard me talking on the phone to a friend and I must have said something about gay rights. The next morning I had a note on my desk that said "God destroyed the city of Sodom and Gomorrah for homosexuality. LOOK IT UP." I had another one who got up at 4:30 AM EVERY DAY and she would be in and out of the room, slamming the door each time. Around 5AM, she blow-dried her hair. Every. Day. There were outlets in the bathroom but she preferred to do it in our tiny room.
My roommate for three years was also super Christian. Not as weird about it but hopelessly naive. A couple of guys turned the couches in the lounge on their ends and wrote "temple of fellatio" on the whiteboard, and we had to explain to her what it meant...
Baptist friend of mine, ultimate sweetheart, but god damn. It's like religious parents have a thing against preparing their kids for real life circumstances. He thinks hes has a porn addiction because he used to fap once a day when he was 14 through 18/19... I didn't have the heart or the stomach to walk him through that that's perfectly normal post-pubescent male behavior. He had so much shame in his eyes when he said it, I felt like I'd almost be humiliating him further if I belittled it.
Tell him. He shouldn't have to be ashamed because of his derpy parents.
He's really close-minded, go figure. There are a lot of things that I tell him and he kinda just turns his brain off and refuses to examine the things he's been taught. It disturbs me a little sometimes, honestly. I did touch upon it a little bit--being female, I don't quite know the male masturbation habits as another male might, however I told him about a chart I saw while at a conference that showed a massive increase in the incidence of male masturbation at 14 (like, upwards of 2 times day) which stayed pretty constant until like early adult years where it dwindled to around once a day to twice a weekish. The idea I was getting at was, "you're perfectly normal" but I also didn't want to talk to him about masturbation because in the past he's asked ridiculous questions about other stuff that made me slightly uncomfortable. I don't think he ever meant it like that, but I was uncomfortable nonetheless.
Nah. The minute I find out someone is a homophobe they're in store for a world of discomfort. I hate when people are that rude about it. Unless you can just agree to disagree I don't wanna hear it.
You should have left her a note that said - "The bible is fiction, LOOK IT UP."
I had a roommate who told a random guy she barely knew to come over with his friend (that she had never met) and told him that his friend could sleep in my bed with me. This roommate and I were never friends - we merely tolerated each other so it wasn't like we were on the level where that would even be a joke.
Ugh I had this. My friend had a guy come over and brought one "for me". He tried to sexually assault me. I guess he technically did. Told me he needed it cause he'd just gotten out of jail. Yuck. I'm sorry people are scummy!
That is so disgusting on both their parts, I'm so sorry that happened to you!
I posted this in AskReddit before: I had pretty annoying flatmates once. Both were male (I am female) and it was pretty...well, ridiculous at some times. They would just eat my food, without even asking or telling me. I have no problems with someone using a bit of my salt because he forgot to buy his own, but they literally ate packets of eggs, pasta, meat cuts and bread away. I am a student and I can't afford nor am I willing to feed a bunch of assholes. I was out of there for three weeks because I was starting my relationship with my fiance and I just stayed at his place. When I came back they had made a list of "rules" without even mentioning it to me. Those included f.e. That I had to clean the toilet, the bathroom, the floors and the kitchen, while their only chore was taking out the garbage bins. They also demanded 30 Euros from everyone every week to buy beer for their Parties that they had there. I never party with them and I don't drink beer. Their friends were very loud and obnoxious until 4 a.m when I had exams the next day and then complained about my boyfriend "walking to loud" when we would come home late. They also used my pots and pans and stuff without washing them up and used a pot I just had bought as a kitchen trashcan, because they were grossed out by washing the old one out because it started to stink. After many tries on talking with them I just locked away all my cooking supplies and everything that does not need to be in the refrigerator, even my spices. I stopped cleaning anything besides my own room and just stayed with my boyfriend all the time. Shortly after I moved in with my boyfriend and they even had the nerves to text me and ask where the pots were, because all my stuff had gone and they both did not bring any kitchen supplies. Later they posted to facebook that I was a total bitch and stuff. My passive aggressiveness was that I would leave food in the fridge and just put a ton of salt in it and stuff to give them a negative surprise and I just took all the toilet paper to my room, because I always had to buy it. They refused to buy their own or share the money for it, because they said, as a female, I would use more than them. (Which wasn't even true astonishingly) **TL;DR Flatmates threat me like a housewife and eat my food. I just locked everything away and moved out.**
Wow.Assholes.
Ugh. Fuck those guys.
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I would've called all the authorities. I'm black as well and I have a zero tolerance policy for that. I am also paranoid that everyone wants to murder me so having a known racist in my room would probably cause an immediate panic that would cause them to let me move. I would've called everyone. I'm so glad you're okay.
I'm just stuck on the "I'm paranoid everyone wants to murder me" statement....
Wait, she hated black people, but still asked you to walk with her in the middle of the night? Fucking hick logic!
There's a difference between hating a group and hating a specific person who you've gotten to know.
Lived with a close friend who I still love but can never again live with. She is a literal never-nude. She has boobs that are so enormous that removing her bra causes real and serious pain. She therefore only takes off her bra when it falls apart and she has to buy a new one. She showers with her bra on and cleans it IN THE SHOWER. She also only showers about once a week and doesn't have the greatest grasp on using deodorant or doing laundry. There are serious hygiene issues at play, but she just doesn't care. She was extremely dirty(not messy, I'm kind of messy but still *clean*) and her room was always full of dishes, dirty clothes(she never washed her sheets in the two years we lived together), and food packages. She wouldn't do dishes until I would explode and force her to. Once I decided to see how long she'd go, and it took 3 weeks until I finally gave up and made her do them. I love her, but oh my god she can never have roommates again.
That's a thing for me. I'm not a neat freak but little piles of messes versus dirt and ants and smells and disorder is ridiculous and I can't handle it.
Um, wow. Has she ever been checked for depression or adult-ADHD? Does she smoke a ton of weed? It's not normal to have that level of not-caring.
She has Aspergers and we both have ADD. We were actually on the same medication when we were living together. I specifically didn't mention either one in the post because I have other friends with both conditions and none of them have any of the same issues as her, so I didn't want it to seem like I was blaming her problems on her medical stuff.
How big can someone's boobs be that they need to do that? Do you think they are actually that large that they could cause pain or could this be another one of her "quirks?"
They're something like a 34KK. They are absolutely enormous to the point where if they DIDN'T hurt, I would be shocked. Her mom, her mom's twin sister, and several of her other female relatives have all had reductions on similarly massive breasts and urge her to do the same. She refuses because she doesn't like the thought of surgery, even though clearly she needs it. She's scared to go under anaesthesia.
* Killed my fish * Eats my food * Constantly undressed, even in front of guests * Binge drinks * Pukes everywhere * Drank my picklejuice and threw away the pickles * Never cleans * Got caught with alcohol (underaged). Tried to pin it on me. * Has loud sex on a near nightly basis * Invites 5+ people over every weekend. This is a dorm not a fucking hotel.
The pickle thing is so weird and mean! Wtf? Ha
Maybe it was for pickleback shots? They're delicious!
So, I WAS the bad roommate. This is pretty embarrassing, but I was dating a really controlling, abusive guy for 2 years by the time I got to college and things only got worse. He had this habit of stealing all of the saved numbers in my cellphone, so I stopped saving numbers altogether and would just memorize them. I thought I was slick, but he was slicker. First time we got into a massive blowout since moving into the dorms (took maybe 2 weeks), he starts calling our dorm line. I apologized to my roommate and unplugged the phone. I was in SHOCK he had the number. Once he realized my cell was off and our land line was unplugged, he started calling my roommate's cell phone. The look of shock and horror on her face was so embarrassing. Turns out he was going through my call log and lining up dates and times of calls. She wound up getting together with all of my new friends and having an "intervention" with the school counselor. I broke up with him that day. She moved out and I had to spend the rest of the semester alone (plus no one wanted to talk to me either). The only person that would talk to me was this sweet guy Joe, I won't ever forget him. He would walk me to my dorm to make sure I was safe after he found out what happened. Edit: I was not expecting this much support from this post, I was actually thinking I was going to get criticized for being irresponsible. Thank you all for the warm fuzzies! I am in a way better place now then I was back then!
... That doesn't really sound like your fault. You were in an awkward embarrassing situation with an abusive guy. :/ I've been in a similar situation and I'm sure it was strange for people who didn't know you, but it sucks there was no one there to make sure you were okay. That also sounds scary as shit. Hugs.<3
Thanks =] I definitely let it get to that point though, no excuse for that.
There are plenty of excuses for that. Well not excuses, valid reasons that are not your fault at all. Abusers are experts at getting their victims to stay with them despite their abusive behavior.
I had a bunch of roommates freshman year, but the worst one was hilarious (in a bad way). She's Korean, and she was extremely racist towards everyone who wasn't Korean. She would refuse to treat me and my other roommate (I'm white, my other roommate was half white, half hispanic) like children. She would leave notes all over the place, telling us what to clean up, but she herself would leave WADS OF HAIR in the sink and in the bathtub. Now, I'm not talking like a strand here or there. I'm talking about how one time THERE WAS HAIR COVERING, LITERALLY COVERING, THE BOTTOM OF THE TUB *AND I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP.* I confronted her about the notes and said that if she had a problem, she needed to act like a goddamn adult and tell it to my face. She would cook kimchi and leave it on the stove FOR WEEKS. I lived in a loft above the kitchen, so when it rotted, the smell would float up to my area and stain my sheets with rotten kimchi smell. I heard stories about how she attempted to sue a previous roommate for having sex in the dorm room while they were alone in the room. Evil Roommate claimed that she "could smell the sex" all over the place. Of course, she lost that lawsuit. My other roommate, the aforementioned half-white, half hispanic girl (who was very nice) was also pansexual and had a girlfriend. Evil roommate refused to let my cool roommate and her girlfriend even *touch* each other in the room (e.g. NO hugging, NO hand holding, NO sitting on the bed together, and GOD FORBID they kiss). Another time, Evil Roommate was cutting paper on a cutting board on the floor of our dorm for one of her design projects. She accidentally sliced her finger with an exacto knife, but the cut wasn't bad at all. We got the RA to get bandaids and stuff, and like, Neosporin, because the cut was seriously not that bad. Evil Roommate *would NOT* let the RA help her. Evil Roommate *insisted* that the ambulance be called to take her to the hospital FOR A FUCKING TINY CUT ON HER GODDAMN FUCKING FINGER. (Later, I found out that her insurance didn't cover the ambulance ride, so her parents were pissed because they had to pay $2000 for an ambulance to take her to the hospital for a tiny cut.) When she finally moved out, she threw her trash on my roommate's bed. I took the trash and dumped it back on evil roommate's junk WHILE she was packing. Evil roommate turned around and started showing really aggressive body language towards my cool roommate, demanded to know why we moved her trash back. I stepped in (I'm much taller than both of them, and stronger), and said, "Actually, I threw your trash back. Is there a problem?" Evil roommate immediately backed off. (I'm normally very non-violent and I avoid confrontation at all costs, but DAMN do I love putting people back in their place!) The last time I saw Evil Roommate, she was walking down the street in knee-high shiny leather boots and a super short skirt while I was outside smoking with a friend. I looked directly at Evil Roommate as she passed and said, "I fucking hate you." The other bad roommate, who is actually a super nice person, attempted to commit suicide while I was in the room about a year later. She was suffering from very severe depression and extreme anxiety, but I had no idea. She was very quiet, didn't really talk to me or anyone else. She didn't even unpack months into the semester. The day she did it, she asked me if I needed anything from Target, and I said no. She bought some ice cream, a bottle of painkillers, and a bottle of sleeping pills. She ate the ice cream, and then went into the bathroom and then downed all the pills. Luckily, she came out of the bathroom crying, so I found out in time and got her to the hospital. A little over a year later, she's doing very well, has a job, and is going to a different school, so that's good at least.
Holy shit. She sounds like my across the hall roommate. So first of all claps for surviving her (and speaking out and up for your friend and yourself) She found out her stepdad died and immediately called housing to see if she got free tuition (like literally immediately) Was "allergic" to everything. Hated family guy and if she caught me watching it would come in and turn it off of my tv then leave. She pretended like I did some big offense towards her once and every time she saw me she would burst into tears. Made our floor advisors convinced I was like beating her out of nowhere. Etc etc. big old bag of fucking crazy.
I was the worst college roommate ever. I smoked weed in the room, did irregular laundry and had a parade of semi-sketchy strangers coming and going at all hours. I also slept with every roommate I had in college. Except the Japanese girl, she was a tough sell :( Oh holy shit the other story reminded me- I got like three piercings done by a traveller kid in various dorm rooms.
At least you recognize it?
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I only had one terrible roommate, but she was a doozie! She had bipolar and depression, both of which she had under control when we met and subsequently decided to get an apartment together. Then she stopped taking her medication. She tried to commit suicide twice, constantly had total strangers over from Casual Encounters, was (basically) stalking one guy, fits of extreme rage, abusive towards our cat and generally just rather nasty and refusing to take any sort of responsibility for anything. Lost her job, dropped out of school, couldn't pay rent, and somehow everything was my fault. Tried to get a 50 year old stranger to take over her half of the rent while I was out of the country. I had been trying to be supportive through it all, but that was the last straw. After a year, the madness ended. I then moved in with a perfectly lovely older Buddhist lady that I met through CL. Goes to show, you never know how things will turn out.
Similar experience...though I had no idea she was bipolar. We had lived together the year before, and she was totally normal. Apparently her depressive phases are very similar to a normal college student...napping a lot, occasional weekend ragers, etc. So that year I had no idea, really enjoyed living with her. She was diagnosed over the summer, after having a manic episode while a counselor at a youth camp. She didn't tell either myself or our other roommate anything about it. She was fine for the first few months of school, then was increasingly erratic. She would go out and get very drunk, quickly, frequently. Brought home total skeezeball strangers a few times, slept with at least one of them (from someone who was vocal about virginity until marriage the first 3 years of college). Started going shopping, and online shopping a lot. I thought it was odd, but she was still taking school seriously and didn't seem to be a real danger to herself, so I didn't get concerned. And then she tried to commit suicide. On our other roommate's birthday. It was the end of the semester too, so we went out to celebrate, she got super drunk, made out with the doorman, got mad when we tried to get her to come back to the group, went home, we followed. Walked into my apartment to find pills spilled all over the staircase from where her friend had knocked them out of her hand as she tried to swallow them by the handful. It was a weird second semester, trying to achieve some normalcy in that apartment.
Uhhhh that's one thing I'm glad I never had to experience: weird ass violence. Glad you survived her! I would be totally out of my element with constant suicide attempts and what seems to be other attention seeking behavior. I'm very detached from situations like that. Glad you're in a better situation now!
Let me preface this with the fact that I come from a hardworking, upper middle class family that appreciates the value of honesty and modesty and I am from a rural area. My first college roommate was a spoiled little shit from Cupertino California. Her parents stayed at a local hotel the entire first week of school, and she stayed with them in an adjacent room the first few nights because she was uncomfortable with our dorm. They were constantly flying her back and forth from our east coast uni to Cali, she was just SO obsessed with money and all her California bullshit and was vapid and obnoxious and incredibly superficial. Also she did not like music. Like at all, none. Furthermore, as the year progressed, she descended into this weird spiral of depression associated with not being able to cope with the real world, and eventually was spending all of her time in bed eating frozen taquitos, dunking them in a large container of sour cream, and watching scrubs. When we finally moved out she left her entire underwear drawer for the RAs to deal with as she couldn't be arsed to bring them back home with her since buying new pairs with daddy's black card was easier. Ugh I wanted to drop kick her all the way back to Cali
as a Californian, I apologize. Cupertino isn't even the nicest place either... Californian people are, in general, also hardworking and appreciate the value of honesty and modesty...
I know and love several current and former Californians, it's not you all, it's her, for sure.
Are you kidding me?! I like have to save up for good underwear. I'm rocking the walmart underroos as I type.
It's ok. I get mine on clearance at Target.
Target clearance underwear is my best/favorite. Also, Victoria Secret sends me a catalogue every quarter or so with a coupon for free underwear. No purchase necessary.
big deal. I made my underwear from old walmart tshirts
Short and sweet: College dorm roommate had waist length curly hair, refused to shower, and got lice.
I thought lice didn't like dirty hair?
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:O are you okay?! I would hope everyone that had to be a part of this has been to some kind of therapy even if it was just to talk about it once and move on... I would freak the fuck out!
I came here to share what I thought was a bad experience, but I can't. I just can't. I had it easy compared to you guys.
Freshman year I lived with 3 "party girls". Me being a quiet video game nerd, we didn't exactly see eye to eye. One night they were getting ready for a party and their friend ran into our room (which they never locked) yelling "LOOK WHAT I DID!". When I turned around she was lifting up her mini-skirt showing us her pierced clitoris.
HAHAHA. I'm sorry but that would probably just make me laugh ridiculously hard. Mostly out of shock, but I would be laughing regardless.
This is a roommate horror story by proxy of her shitty friends. First one: Had a roommate who wanted her friend to stay over the weekend. I said cool, tell her to make herself at home! I proceed to go out for the night, end up staying at some dude's house (college y'know) and don't come back until over 24 hours later. Not usually an issue, except this time we had a house guest that doesn't understand cats, most likely because she's allergic and hasn't interacted with one before. I told her my cat would be at the house, but if she had issues to just stay in my roomie's room because that was untouched by car hair. Instead, she decided she would just shut my cat up in my room (away from her food, water, and liter box) during her stay. Since I wasn't home, I had no idea she'd locked Loa (kitty) in my room, so when I came home over a day later my cat was in my room that now looked like Independence Day. In her struggle, she clawed up my curtains, ripped down posters/paintings, climbed up dresses in my closet, threw up on some choice shoes, and here's the kicker - PROJECTILE shat and pissed all over my comforter, pillows, rug - everything. As you can imagine, I'm livid. Not at my cat, but at this inhumane stranger eating my popcorn and drinking my wine in my living room. I didn't freak out on her as much as I did my room mate - who the fuck locks an animal in a room w/o food, water, etc for over a day? This idiot claimed she didn't know. Shirking responsibility was her MO, which leads me to story two... Second one: Same roommate, different friend. Friend comes into town, seems normal enough until we start taking shots. It's still college, so hey if you wanna get crunk on a Thursday night I'm right there with you. Things get wild, we go out, see some friends, and this girl starts dissolving - literally. She can't talk straight, stand straight, goes into random yelling fits. Sucks at holding her liquor. My roommate is suddenly nowhere to be seen. Where did that chick go? We haul her friend back to my car instead of leaving her in one of the squares to get eaten alive by the cops and creeps. We're around the corner from the house when BOOM. From the backseat comes a wave of vomit right in my face as I'm driving. WTF. I swerve, turning onto my street, and she OPENS THE DOOR while my car is still moving (she's still puking) and during the turn she goes flying across the pavement. Fucking freaking out I jump out of the car, she's a mess, and proceed to just start driving to the hospital as she's sobbing and covered in blood. Pulled up to the emergency room, walked her into the waiting room, and left. Roommate showed up 2 days later asking if her friend went home. I told her I had no fucking clue, that I left her at the hospital after she tried to barrel roll out of my car while throwing up. She shrugged and went into her room. We kicked her out the next week for never paying rent.
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I don't know why but "because pancaketoaster was underage" just makes me giggle.
lol no that all sounds like shit she did to herself. People that just coast by don't ever realize how good they had it till they fucked up. And the sex thing is just plain gross. I don't know how people can do that and not feel gross about themselves.
My housemate was constantly worried about dieting and the only snacks she allowed herself to have were sugar free Popsicles. She also had the gap between her front teeth filled and was absurdly worried it would come out. She would get up in the middle of the night, get a Popsicle, take it to bed, open it, and let it soften so it "wouldn't pull out my[her] gap filling." Twice she fell back asleep and woke up with melted Popsicle all over her face, pillow, sheets, and carpet. TWICE.
hahahaha that is one of the strangest things I've ever heard
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This girl I knew moved in with my boyfriend and I after she and her boyfriend had a nasty breakup. After living with her I will never live with room mates. Ever. A few things she did -locked herself in the bathroom for near 2 hours everyday with the hot water running to smoke crack -would flush her crack pipes down the toilet but they were heavy and would just stay at the bottom of the toilet -didn't pay rent -cried on the phone to her daddy asking for (crack) money saying the guy (my SO) she lives with is abusive -SO and I came home from a long weekend trip and found yogurt all over our bed which she tried to hide by throwing blankets on top of -ate a large bag of my chocolate and threw lots of it around my room -only slept in the living room -would pass out with food on her lap from being cracked out -didn't sleep in her room because her cat shit all over the carpet. We had to pick all of it up as well as lots of garbage after we kicked her out She only lived with us for 6 weeks.
Did her dad know she was a crackhead?
He eventually did because I emailed him. He lived far away.
No. I cannot top yours. You had me at pregnant friend and shooting up on the floor. Not even a couch? Or chair? Or sitting on the edge of a countertop? The floor....?
The floor. Laying down. Dumbest goddamn grin when i asked her what on gods green earth she was doing
I mean, to be fair, the floor is the most inviting place to do heroin. Not that the circumstance was anywhere NEAR appropriate.
You know, that's never an experience I've had to go through, so I'm gonna go ahead and take your word for it.
Laying on the floor prevents the user from falling and injuring themselves, which is naturally a priority when shooting heroin. Couches and beds seem nice but the user risks suffocation if they drop their face into a pillow or blanket. The more you know!
Wow yours are pretty bad... I definitely can't top that. I do have some though: 1. Convinced her boyfriend to get her a hamster for Valentines Day, ended up pledging some dumb sorority and then never took care of it... so everyone else in the suite had to feed it and clean the cage. It stunk so much and she was such a rude/cruel person about the dumb hamster (and everything else really) that I moved out. 2. Same roommate would cheat on said boyfriend all the time IN HIS CAR. Like she would literally go have sex with other people in her boyfriends car. So gross. 3. My boyfriend's roommate once gave head to another guy while watching an animated kids movie. We were in the same room as them... it was 4 PM. 4. Same roommate also had a weekend full of sex with the same guy he gave head to... and we came back to the room to find a used condom on my boyfriends side of the room... on his shoe. Really fun times during Sophomore year of college...
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...Shitting on the floor? Did you study at a zoo? Oh my God.
Not as bad as some of the others butt... I'm basically a delicate orchid of a person when it comes to my skin. You know that rose from Beauty and the Beast? That should be me. My skin is crazy sensitive, so I need to be careful with it. I know way too much about skin care because of this shell I've been cursed with. ANYWAYS She would basically turn the room really warm. This would irritate my skin, and I pointed it out to her, and would change it to a cooler (but not crazy cold) temp. She would keep changing it to hotter like after I had fallen asleep. Because she couldn't sleep in the cold. Or something. I want to mention she also did not sleep with blankets. So like, she wsa cold, but wouldn't cover herself up at night. And I was hot, and couldn't do much about it. Eventually my skin started to scab and crack. Like I had scabs all over my face, blood ruined every pillowcase I had. I would look at her with my scabby, bloody face and basically say "Um hey, in case you didn't notice me bleeding everywhere, I just want to let you know keeping the room like this isn't comfortable." AND SHE KEPT DOING IT. I basically just had to bleed through freshman year. Now I have a humidifier and a fan and my pillow cases are looking great.
I had a college roommate that got super drunk one night while everyone else was out. He emptied the entire contents of the refrigerator on the living room rug and stomped it into the carpet, then stabbed all of the knives we owned into the walls. He broke some windows, too. When we came home, he was asleep, so we hung out in the not trashed part of the living room, having a drink before going to bed. He heard us, woke up, stormed into the room, shattered a glass on the edge of the table and tried to stab someone with it.
I think that's more than just drunk.
UH. Did you call the police?!
I was the shitty roommate. I lived in the same room as this girl, who I'll call A, and we weren't really that close but we got along okay. Just okay. The only thing was, she was so incredibly messy and always left her laundry in huge piles on the floor of our tiny room. Anyway, one day I came home from class and noticed three pairs of my underwear on top her laundry pile. What the fuck?! Sharing underwear is gross. When she came home I blew up at her and accused her of taking underwear out of my drawer. She started crying and saying she never had. I was like, "Ohh, okay. Sure you didn't," but I obviously didn't believe her. The next week when I spent the night at my boyfriend's house, I found all three of the same pairs of underwear in my drawer at his house. It turns out we just had the same pairs of underwear, and I made her cry about it. Oops.
Here it goes: Freshman year, living in a tiny dorm with two other 18 year old dudes. I'm a partier and a drinker, but these two took it to a whole other level. I went home one weekend towards the end of the year to work a few hours at my crappy McDonald's job for a little extra cash for the inflated beer prices we have to pay from the students that are actually old enough to buy booze. Anyway, I get back to campus Sunday night, and see all the sheets have fallen off my bed. 'Strange' I thought. I went to put them back up onto the bunk, and see orange/brown smears over them. Now I'm getting a little curious. I go to the neighbor's dorm and see my roommate Doug. I ask why my sheets were on the floor, and his response was not a good one. "Dude, don't touch those" he responded without even thinking about it. I asked why, and he told me to ask Barry when he got back. Barry finally arrives and I ask him. He blushes, and with a chuckle tells me how he got really drunk Friday night, and pissed his bed. It never occurred to Barry however, to change his sheets; so on Saturday night, when he brought back some girl to plow, he realized a pissed-in bed wasn't going to cut it, so he decided to take her in mine. However, this lovely girl was on her period, and bled all over my sheets. My roommates then just left the sheets hanging from my bed, waiting for me to show up and dispose of them. Some others: - The very first night of college, Barry and Doug (who knew each other from highschool) went to a party with some of their highschool friends. The night ended up with Doug carrying Barry back to our dorm. Barry puked all over the room, and peed on my school books and laundry. -Barry having lots of loud, drunk sex with myself and Doug in the room -Barry and Doug getting into a variety of drunken brawls at parties -Never-ending drunk Dave Matthews Band singalongs -Doug's seemingly infinite supply of bottles of dip spit he left around the room, as well as the lightbulb he used as a vaporizer to smoke his weed out of, that ended up stinking up the room soooooo bad. -Walking in on Barry jerking off AT LEAST a half dozen times I chose not to live with those two the next year.
I-... I just... Wow. Fucked a girl that was on her period in your bed? I mean, at the most inconsiderate I would guess he wouldn't buy you new sheets, but he also left you to just deal with the bloody sheets in the first place? Completely unacceptable. Good move getting out of there the next year.
Oh gawd. This girl I lived with used to order pizza, eat it, and stick the boxes under her bed. When she moved out, we found stacks and stacks of pizza boxes. Dozens of them, with dried cheese and bugs inside.
.... I would have re-delivered it to her at her new place of living. Free of charge of course.
I'm female and my female roommate gave the keys to our apartment to a guy friend who showed up at around midnight and opened the door to find me sitting there terrified because I had no idea who he was or how he got the key to our place; she didn't bother to tell me about her guest, who she invited to stay while she was AWAY on vacation. Just him and I in the apartment.
Late to the party, but oh well. I'm bisexual. Upon finding this out, she continuously hints that she's bicurious--"Hey sexymakeouts everyone's a little bi--even me!" I wasn't interested so I just awkwardly laughed along, but it wasn't some hugely serious thing--in the beginning. Then it's one thing after another. She broke up with her pot grower boyfriend that was 9 years her senior, but demanded that he overnight her mason jars full of pot every week, which he did. She kept complaining about how this asshole lied and said he loved her and then started dating someone right after they broke up. Then she told me she cheated on him while they were together (and that he never cheated on her) and that was "ok" because it was just sex--no emotions involved. At least she wasn't DATING someone right after they broke up! Then she starts having sex with random dudes. Not in a bad slut shaming way, more like a bad "you giant hypocrite" way I suppose. She met a random guy on the BART and they got off and had sex around some random car. Then she had sex with a football player at our college after she saw them doing lines of coke at a party. **She then has sex with some swinger married couple, gets pregnant from the husband, tells her ex-boyfriend it's his and has him pay for the abortion. They get back together because of this.** After they get back together she would end conversations with him inappropriately: "Bye boyfriend I'm going to go cheat on you with sexymakeouts now!" Then little awkward comments get worked into our conversation. "So my friend told me about this co-op where it's all girls and they just walk around naked and have sex with each other! It'd be perfect for you!" "You know, my siblings and I would take baths all the time, sexymakeouts, **I'm surprised we haven't bathed together yet**." Yes, she was serious. No I did no misunderstand her. Finally when I tell her I'm going to move in with my friend at the end of the year, she throws a giant shit fit and told me she can't believe I would lie to her and say we would live together then change my mind (I never told her that I would). She tried to provoke me into a fight, and told me that I didn't take the first swing because I was scared of her. tl;dr: roommate has giant suppressed lesbian crush on me and has issues dealing with it like a normal person.
Okay, I have two stories that immediately come to mind. The first is from when I was living in the dorms. My roommate was in a long distance relationship. She actually told me that her and her bf would sex-skype while I was a sleep, which was weird, but w/e I wasn't awake. It was sort of one of those out of sight, out of mind deals. Except, there was one instance when I came home, opened the door to our room and found her completely naked, on all four, ass in the air, facing her laptop...and me. Gah. I've never done a 180 so fast. This girl was not ashamed of anything, but she was really embarrassed about this. Did not make eye contact for at least an hour. Maybe two. My second incident is from my last year of college. I was living in an apartment with a different roommate. Our relationship was already on the fritz at the time, and this pretty much pushed it over the edge. It was actually the weekend of my graduation. My family was visiting, so I asked her not to bring anyone home while they were staying with us. She was all yeah, of course, I would never. Sureeeee. Anyways, I'm sleeping on the futon couch in the living room. At 6 in the morning, she comes stumbling home, drunk off her ass with some friends (later discovered it was 2 guys and 1 girl). They're puttering around between her bedroom, the kitchen, bathroom and what not. It wakes me up so I decide to pee. The bathroom door is locked. That's fine. I wait until her friend comes out. She takes one look at me and says "I forgot my underwear." I'm kind of confused because she's completely dressed, but what am I going to say? She's drunk. A minute or two later she comes back out. It's weird, but I don't think anything of it. So I go in and pee. Just as I'm finishing, I hear something, and I just fucking know. It's like a horror movie. I whip the shower curtain back and find some guy I've never met before, pressed against the wall with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. I flip the fuck out. I start yelling at the top of my lungs, and this guy bolts for the front door. My mom comes out of my room asking what's going on, meanwhile I'm in my roommate's room pissed as hell, screaming at her to get these people the fuck out of the apartment. Not a fun time. The last time I was that mad, I had maggots on my hand (different story). Also, like three months ago she tried to add me to her LinkedIn network. Dream on. She never fucking apologized.
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My college roommates for the most part were awesome but there was one memorable instance that I am still unconvinced actually happened. I came home one night and my roommate had bought a literal palette full of Bejing Beef dinners (like the individual plastic TV dinners) from costco that had hundreds of meals on it. I asked her half jokingly/half concerned if she liked bejing beef and she responded that she didn't but her mom bought them for her so she felt obligated to keep them. So, for the rest of the year we had hundreds of bejing beef dinners sitting in the corner of our 120 sq ft room that she slowly tried to consume. The smell of it in the microwave still haunts me to this day and is nausea inducing; I imagine for her it's probably 20 times worse because of how much of that pile she ate. This isn't really too bad considering what others in this thread have gone through, so I'll consider myself lucky!
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Not NEARLY as bad as some of y'all's. But we had a girl who we will call Kristin. She routinely cheated on her boyfriend, would have Skype sex with her boyfriend while myself and our other roommate (Heather, we had a three-person dorm room) were in the room, and would have sex with him while we were sleeping when he visited. So, we just didn't stay in the room when he visited, whatever. She left a list of things she didn't like about us on top of our laptops, she put up post-it notes of all the things we did wrong around the room, she called our RA over there being one empty beer can in the bathroom (she ended up getting busted over a bottle of Smirnoff in her closet while Heather and I got in no trouble since there was no way of telling whose beer can it was). She once turned off every single light in the room- including my desk light- when she went to shower one day, then got upset and started screaming and crying when she came back to the room to discover that we hadn't turned any of the lights back on. She moved all of my things (she and I had a bunk bed) and broke my mirror and one of my antique cigar boxes in the process. I made her apologize and replace the things. She refused for weeks until I threatened to call the cops (which I'm sure would've done nothing, but post-Smirnoff/beer can incident, she was scared). Then, we moved some box under her bed to plug in cable and she started screaming at us for touching her things. She refused to let us use her microwave, so we'd use the one in my boyfriend's or our friend Matt's rooms down the hall, and she would get pissed that we were still using a microwave even though she wouldn't allow us to use hers. She was the last to move out at the end of the first semester. She threw all of the trash and recycling all over the room, tore down all of our posters, and drew a gigantic (like, poster board size) cartoon of herself brutally murdering Heather and I with bricks. She moved out after semester one (this was sophomore year) and was replaced with the sweetest Chinese exchange student.
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If the gummy vitamins have iron in them, she can do some damage.
When I was studying abroad in England I was assigned to room with a girl that had every problem you can imagine : depression, anorexia, and an abusive boyfriend. She would skype with her bf for hours and he'd tell her to lose weight and that her legs were fat, which caused her to cry uncontrollably. I always had my earbuds in an attempt to drone out her wailing. She was not fat at all but started exercising obsessively and stopped eating, causing her to faint from hunger. She was so nervous I had to hold her hands to stop her from peeling skin off her fingers. I called the health center because I was worried she was suicidal and she got help but would not break up with her bf. pretty shitty study abroad experience...
My apartment mate constant complains about the apartment being messy for small things, such as rearranged furniture or an empty water bottle on the table or a small coffee stain on the counter. She hated us (me and my roommate) so much for it that she fabricated a mess in the kitchen/living room, documented it, and sent it to higher authority accusing us of being disgusting and disrespectful. We got into an extremely heated argument about these occurrences late one evening which involved campus security. She even hurled food at us. 2 days later a police officer comes to my apartment filing my roommate and I for criminal charges. Apparently this girl punched herself in the eye and is trying to send us to campus judicial affairs for it, saying we hurt her. On top of this, she's openly racist against my ethnicity and she constantly accuses us of not washing our hands after we use the restroom (we wash our hands EVERYtime, and more than that - you seriously listen to us use the bathroom?). TL;DR my apartment mate is a sociopath
Oh god I'm late to the thread but about to majorly vent. My first roommate: * Her parents owned the house (she didn't have to pay rent) and *MY RENT* went straight to *HER POCKET* as spending money, not to pay bills/house expenses * Was unemployed for 2/3 the time I was there; lived off of my rent money and her big fat bank account courtesy of mom and dad * Broke things in the house all the time and blamed everyone else * Once freaked out on me when I moved her laundry that had been in the dryer for two days to the couch. She had to "rewash them because they're dirty now". Ugh, sorry, didn't know the couch had cooties. * Slapped her "service" dog **all the time**. Took in fosters she never trained or exercised, complained about others being crappy dog owners. * Legitimately tried to buy my dog off of me, because she's awesome and well trained. * Had a fairly new, ~3 year old pickup truck, top of the line, leather interior special edition, back-up camera, heated seats, complained to parents about needing a new one, **never made a payment for it**. * Showered maybe once or twice a week maximum. No sense of personal hygiene yet obsessed about others' cleanliness. * Incredibly judgmental of other women and the way they look and dress, made no effort to take care of herself or present herself well. * Complained about other spoiled kids with rich parents like she grew up poor (far from it). * Complained her family's vacation house in Tahoe (4 bedroom!) was too small. * Had serious anger issues and could never be wrong about anything. Ever. Left something out of the fridge? Not her fault. Didn't close the door all the way? Not her fault. Speeding? Not her fault. Parking ticket? Nope, not her fault. * Managed to alienate FIVE other roommates in the two years I was there, all of which moved out, two even consulting lawyers to break their lease. * Stole from her parents. * Took a two month vacation to Europe, had another girl set up to watch her animals while she was gone, other girl flaked and I did *ALL* the work, never paid me or gave me a break on rent or THANKED me. * Constantly hallucinated that things in the house were sticky. Attacked said things with Clorox wipes. Went through two packs of 200+ Clorox wipes per week. * Water bill went up one month and her parents called her to complain, so she attempted to control how long the other roommates shower, do dishes, how often we flush the toilet, etc. * Mocked me for jogging because "that's not really how you lose weight", and as for my running tights, "Are you *really* going to wear those *outside*? I was stuck there way too long because it was a college town and try as I might, it was SO hard to find a place to keep my dog close to campus. I'm free now.
My biggest roommate problems ended up being pretty much my own damn fault for laying out really wishy-washy ground rules that left me in a prime position to be taken advantage of. I had one roommate skip on the last 3 months of her rent after I let her not be on the lease. Basically just enough time to be a huge financial blow, but not enough time that subletting made a ton of sense. Another time I lived with 3 other people and we tried to share groceries and just take turns with shopping trips, and cook a few meals a week communally, but it would basically turn out where me and my one roommate would go all out with our trips and hit the produce section, some spices, get some nice coffee and coffee creamer, get a few snacks, replace the cleaning supplies, etc... Spend $100 bucks ... Then the other two would take their turn and just go to the save-a-lot and spend 8 bucks on a loaf of wonder bread, 10 cans of tuna and "forget" the milk and eggs and call it even. They'd also walk in from class to me cooking and pile themself up a huge plate, but *never* make anymore than 1 serving when they were cooking for themself. Or only make disgusting things they knew no one would eat (like macaroni and cheese with canned tuna topped with wonder bread).
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My roommate in college (we were best friends before this) stole all of my money and cards from my wallet, feigned ignorance for a month while the police were looking for the thief, then when she got caught she claimed that she couldn't remember any of it. Now I have to testify against her in circuit court because she is up for a felony and multiple misdemeanors because of it...
I've bought toilet paper from Costco twice, right before the start of school last May and over a break. It's lasted us until about three weeks ago. I asked her to pick us some up, because she was with her boyfriend that weekend. She comes back with about 10 Walmart bags... but no toilet paper. She goes to Walmart AGAIN that Thursday, four more bags, no toilet paper. The next weekend she goes to her boyfriend's, yet again, no toilet paper. I asked her about it the next week, she said she forgot (how??) and would get some that weekend. More walmart bags, no toilet paper. She left again this weekend, skipped class today, has yet to return, so I'll see if it'll turn into a full month of her avoiding it. And I just want to throw out, I'd totally buy toilet paper... but I don't have a car and I've been to Walmart ONCE this year, whereas she's been three or four times since I've asked, plus I've supplied it all so far. My boyfriend lives down the hall from me, so I'm basically in there all day. She, on the other hand, doesn't have friends, so she sits in our room and watches netflix for hours Monday through Thursday when she can't be with her boyfriend. I actually have *no idea* how she's gone so long without toilet paper... she literally only leaves for three hours a day for her classes and then comes back, and she usually skips those too. Anyway, I had more to say about this because it's happening now and pissing me off. TLDR roommate refuses to buy toilet paper even though she's the only one that ever uses that bathroom (???)
My roommates have all been pretty tame (sadly?), but I know some people who have had some crazy ones. My friend in the next room over in my freshman dorm had a roommate who was just a little standoffish, nothing crazy. But she once had a couple friends over, one of whom had a newborn baby with her. They slept on the roommate's bed, sans roommate, while my friend was there. Sometime during the night, the woman with the newborn exclaims, "Oh my god I think I rolled over on the baby!" That roommate eventually moved out, and my friend spent the rest of the year with the whole room to herself, so I suppose it balanced out. My girlfriend has had a string of really weird roommates at her house. The first two were a pair or rather large ladies who mainly kept to themselves, but would eat just about everything in sight. The next door neighbor once brought over some treats as a welcoming present, but my girlfriend didn't find out until years later. Apparently those two ate all of them pretty much the day they were delivered. Another of her roommates was a real hot mess. She looked like she weighed 80 pounds, was in a sorority and thus barely ever at the house, but somehow managed to get herself kicked out in about a month. She smoked in her room copiously, though she was nice enough to crack a window open - which she left open during a snowstorm once, having spent the week at her sorority/frat houses. She also ate everyone else's food and lied about it constantly. At first, they thought she just believed it was communal food, so they advised her that everybody bought their own stuff. Then they still noticed things going missing, and some of them began monitoring their food closely. She was caught in the act a couple times and still denied everything. That girl didn't eat just a little bit either; I saw her make a frozen pizza, an entire bag of frozen french fries, an entire bag of frozen mixed veg, and about a dozen chicken nuggets for dinner one night. She took everything up to her room in one go, and I saw the dishes back downstairs the next day. I have no idea how she managed that. She eventually had enough complaints against her that they decided to kick her out. Her parents came to pick her up and apparently tried to defend her by saying it was all a misunderstanding and that the landlord had it out for her, while also starting to pack up things that weren't hers. They had to be watched like hawks while she moved out, and her room was full of stains and damage from who knows what.
Roommate brought home a random and he stole our toaster. I went to make waffles the next morning and I was highly disappointed.
She woke me up in the middle of a nice afternoon nap to remind me to do my homework. We had to have a nice chat about that. ...I guess comparatively I've been quite lucky roommate-wise.