AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Now if only I could scream out loud, I would probably feel better. I will start out by saying that I do like my roommates...but I've been living by myself for a while, so it's taking some getting used to. Plus, my roommates are a little obnoxious. They are still my best friends here in Louisville, but for the love of god, they need to go away for a little while.
For one thing, they are two of the most impractical people I've ever met. Neither of them have ever lived by themselves and I've been on my own for 8 years...yeah. They always bitch about being broke, but then they buy stupid crap that we don't really need. For example, I have a table. It's my mom's, but she doesn't have a place for it. Her only request is that we put a table cloth on it. It's big enough for 4 people and there are only 3 of us, so you would think it would be perfect. Apparently not. First they went out and bought a small table to put in the washer dryer area. Fine. But then they brought over another table to put in our living room where my table is. Everytime they mentioned buying a table, I would nicely point out that we HAVE a table. Then I would mention that we don't really have room for two tables and that I don't have anyway of getting my table back to my mom. Liz had the gall to say, "well, you might have to find a way to get it home." Excuse me? So we ended up with two tables in the living room (which is actually a foyer). Then she says she's going to bring a glider over from her parent's house because we need more seating. Which is stupid because we now have 8 kitchen chairs and futon that will hold 4 people, but we need this ugly ass glider to sit in front of my table and take up more room in our small living room. The glider wouldn't have pissed me off so much if they weren't such pretentious snobs about decorating...they seem to think that I'm some poor unsophisticated bumpkin who doesn't know anything. This is partly my fault because I use self deprecating humor and sometimes I ask questions, mostly just to maintain conversation or be polite. If I really want to know something, I'll find out for myself. I'm a highly intelligent person and I was a much better student than either of them and their condescending tone is hard to swallow.
Cait is an art student so if we have art up she has to pick it out because she's a snob. It would be different if she were judging things by their actual quality, instead of whether she likes it or not. If she doesn't like it, it's terrible. Forget the fact that someone else might like it, she thinks she the ultimate authority. Another thing I can't stand about her is that she is SO negative. Everything she says is negative. "I can't eat anymore. My medicine makes me naseous. That's all." But she says it all in this stupid sing song voice...and she says it over and over and over and over. She's negative about everything. Every time I fix Easy Mac, she says, "I can't eat Easy Mac." (she's vegetarian) Over and over and over and over. Or if we try to go out and eat, her only input is, "I can't eat there, I can't eat there." So we start listing places she can eat, but does she ever give us an opinion? No. We asked her the other day, "if we go to the Chinese place, will you eat?" She moaned for a couple of minutes and then said, "I don't know." AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! :icon_burn: Cait's dad is a professor and she's been all over the world which seems to make her think she knows all there is too know about the world. Her dad has taken a position in middle eastern politics that is highly debated. The thing is that NO ONE agrees with him. Even the nation that he supports in this particular conflict disagrees with him. Cait gets all hung up on it and of course he's right because he's her dad. He might be right, but I don't know anything about the subject so I don't have an opinion. Most likely, both sides were wrong. But sometimes she'll say stuff like, "Is it normal that I'm afraid to tell people what my dad does?" And I just want to hit her and tell her that 99% of people wouldn't know what the hell she's talking about anyway and to stop being so freakin' pretentious. And she has this guy on the internet that she's completely in love with. Fine. Great. He seems nice. Now shut up. I swear, if I never hear the name "David" again, it will be too soon. And she was a music student, so of course, she's the ultimate authority of music. But she didn't finish music school. They "made" her quit. I'm sorry, but if you really love something, NO ONE can make you quit. Whenever she puts a singer down, I always want to ask her, "are you a professional singer? No. So on what grounds are you making your judgment, because even though I didn't go do to music school, I have studied it since I was a child and I have excellent pitch myself and they sound fine to me. So what exactly gives you the authority to put them down?"
Which leads me to Liz. Liz has been friends with Cait and her family for so long that she is constantly trying to make herself seem as worldly and sophisticated as they seem to think they are. Apparently, Cait used to control the music when she was the driver and Liz didn't like it. So now Liz makes me listen to stuff that she KNOWS I don't like. I don't do that. When I drive, I either don't turn the radio on or I pick something that everyone likes and I keep it turned down. And Liz CAN'T drive. Most people get better with time...not Liz. In fact I think she's getting worse. I honestly don't know how she ever passed the driver's test. But she's not a reckless fast driver...NO, she drives slower than your grandma. And she takes the most ridiculous, out of your way back streets because she "can't drive on the interstates." When you live in a city where limited access highways are the main routes of transportation, you should probably figure out how to drive on them. And she ALWAYS drives. Another thing she does is try to force things she likes onto me. I don't like things that are wacky or just cheesy fun. In fact, anytime she uses the word "fun", it's pretty much a given that I won't like it. But is Liz ever willing to try something I like? No. And most of the time she's never even tried it. She's like a child that won't try anything new, except that she's almost 25. Personally, I think it's time for her to grow up. Another thing she does is say that she can't lose weight because she has a slow metabolism and she can't work out because she has a bad knee. Now, I'm a pretty big girl myself (just to clarify, when I say girl or woman or use feminine pronouns for myself, it's because that's my plumbing...I'm androgyne, but I consider myself pregendered and I don't really understand the differences between male and female other than biology), but I realize that it's because when I was a kid I ate a LOT (I still do, but I have more self control now) because I'm one of those people that eats when I'm depressed and I drank Dr. Pepper all the time and I was lazy. I'm still fat because I don't like to work out, though I try from time to time (I recently discovered wii tennis...SO FUN!!) and I do try to eat better, but I'm not great at self control. But Liz eats three or four times what I do and she barely moves. She always sounds like she's out of breath. I've tried to tell her that her knee would get stronger if she would excersise, that it helps my knees, but she keeps on living in denial. One morning for breakfast, she had a bowl of cheerios, a bologna sandwich with 4 slices of bologna, and a row of chocolate chip cookies. But she just has a slow metabolism. AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! She's always trying to compete with Cait in sophistication and still act like a little country bumpkin herself. Hence, the glider. If the glider were mine, it would not have made it into the apartment, I guarantee it. And every time we mention inviting people over, she always says, "I can always bring out my chair if we need it." Her chair is a fold up lawn chair from Bass Pro Shop. And she thinks I'M unsophisticated? The sad thing is that my tastes and opinions are much more grown up than either of theirs.
What it really comes down to is that they don't listen to me. Nothing I say matters. They know more, they are SO much more sophisticated and worldly (never mind that I'm the one with the best paying job, the only one who graduated college, and I majored in GEOGRAPHY...seems like that last one would cover the worldly part...). Liz even corrected my pronunciation once...incorrectly. I said that 'visage' was a weird word to include in song lyrics. If you would like to look it up, you'll find that it's pronounced 'vizij' (I know because I went home and looked it up). But when I said it, she turned her head and very condescendingly said, "vi-sahhhge" like "corsage." Yeah. I do my best to consider everyone's feelings before I do anything, yet they act like I don't matter. I suppose it's partly my fault for never speaking up. To me, most things aren't worth arguing over and I can put up with it. But sometimes, it really gets to me.
I feel better now. I still wish they would leave the house more often and figure out that we really don't have to do EVERYTHING together.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. Maybe one of these days I'll find a new friend who actually listens to me and cares about my feelings and opinions. :) Thanks for listening (er, reading...)
:D "slip them animal tranquilizers" thats a good idea.
I remember when I had roommates at one point, it was such an annoying time for me. The only reason that I took them in was because they had nowhere to go and I have a soft heart. Well, after four months of no one chipping in on the bills or attempting to help around the place I had enough and tossed them all out. Moral of the story?....Never help anyone. :D
I've had one roommate up until now that worked out. My two roommates now are okay for the most part. But sometimes it builds up and I get SO FRUSTRATED. This whole weekend was an emotional drain.
Slip them tranquilizers? No way. Give those to me, please. ;)
I lost some friends who helped me. But I was a good roommate. I cleaned up after myself, I paid rent, I was as invisible as possible...they never said anything was wrong, but then they changed the locks and accused me of stealing their cat and told all of our mutual friends that I stole their cat. But then again, their plane of reality was a little different than most people...or should I say nonexistent. One of them fancies himself a dragon king in another realm...and he's serious.
*sigh* I wanna win the lottery so I can buy a house and get a dog. That's all the company I need.
I just moved from my old place, which I can't rent due to the condition my roommate keeps it in. So now i'm stuck paying rent on two places. I'll never make that mistake again.
Talk them into taking up smocking pot. Na just messin around. I had two ladies and three gents sharing apartments after my ex girl friend left me. Well I learned one thing and that is the gents were not to bad to get along with. I really didn't pay to much attention to their comings and goings, I was spending most of my time in my bedroom on this computer. I was into writing children's fantasy stories at the time.
As I said the guys they weren't much bother, but it appears that ladies come complete with their own furniture, so that really didn't bother me that much either, it was a large apartment and again I was spending most of my time in my bedroom writing anyway. The only thing that bugged me about having room mates was the lack of privacy.
When I finally moved to the last town I lived in I only had one one more lady share my apartment. A lady I had met and become good friends with for a good twenty years after meeting on the res where I was living at the time. Well I really don't have any beefs over any room mates I had except for lack of privacy that I wished I could of had more often.
Cindy
Back in the day when i was a boy going to wyotech in wyoming, the housing was limited and I ended up with 3 other guys in a 2 bedroom apt. I thank god that I will never have to go through that again. Peoples little faults really become apparent when you live with them for any length of time. I survived mostly by stoning myself into oblivion on the couch. I like living alone because I don't have to put up with people's crap.
Oh and if angel reads this I totally feel your pain as far as laramie is concerned. what a crappy town. I was still in denial about my gender, but it was still lame. I can't imagine coming out there. more power to you.
Audrey