An Update on my room mate debacle
As many of you have read in my previous post detailing what my summer looks like, I have several problems with my room mates. I won’t go into any of them here, because my subsequent chapters will say it all.
Today when I woke up, after being deathly sick for the past 2 days, I found a note on my kitchen counter from my room mate. It said, “I am giving my notice. July 31st will be my last day here.” Now since he was gone, and I had no means of rebuttal, I thought this was this most chicken shit thing anyone could do. Leave a note, and not be around to get a debate on it. Horse SHIT! So I text him to infer exactly what he meant by this note. I wrote, “Your last day where?” I was confused. Was he talking about his job? Was he talking about killing himself? Who knows, but I could only rationalize it as he was moving out of our apartment, leaving me alone to take care of everything. I got no response, and when he came home I was asleep, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to him. Instead I decided to write him a letter to find when he woke up this morning. I will post it verbatim.
I am assuming that since you did not respond to any of my texts, and that I didn’t see some silly ass note posted on the counter again, you, like me, hate confrontation. I will attempt to lay some things out for you slowly, so you can understand exactly what it is you are doing.
Before that, don’t think I give a shit about you moving out and forcing my hand to do the same. It was time to move on and whatever it was I was waiting for got pushed a little faster to fruition, and for that I actually appreciate it. The problem I am having is that at no time, except for a brief 5 minute smoke session where you said you needed to move out and get a place for you and Jimmy, did you bring up any grievances of any kind. Maybe you held a bunch of shit in, and maybe that’s why the talk of us getting a 3 bedroom stopped coming up. I heard your excuse, and I understand all too well that the court situation will be improved by Jimmy having his own room, and space of his own. Unlike what your actions speak, I have tried hard to show you and your son hospitality and respect in everything that comes from being a room mate. This is especially hard when I had to deal with the two laziest people I have ever had the fortune of rooming with. And maybe that’s it. Maybe you were tired of hearing me bitch about stuff that normal people find common decency when living with other people. Or maybe you have another problem. Or maybe the fact that you haven’t been laid since the 90′s and see me bring home pussy all the time has you bothered. Either way moving out on me, when I needed at the very least another month shows me what kind of person you are, and it has really disappointed me.
Maybe it was the milk thing. Yeah I noticed, as I am sure you noticed as well the lines marking the amount of milk in the fridge. I didn’t do that because I give a shit about you drinking my milk, I did it because I saw you had none, and I knew for a fact that you were too lazy to go buy any before just drinking mine. It was a social experiment to see if you really were that lazy and would just drink it. Then you did, and obviously poured some back in. To me it’s funny, but to you I guess it pissed you off sending you in some retarded tirade where you were like , “fuck this I’m writing a note, and I’m leaving.” Funny Jim.
I am a lot of things but I am a very generous person. I am not stingy when it comes to anything that I have or helping either one of you on numerous occasions. I may not have fixed your computer fully, but I got you on the Internet. Think about that. Your piece of shit Windows ME computer that hadn’t worked in a year. I was able to get you on porn sites when the real thing had continuously failed you. I can remember when we first moved in and several times after cooking dinner and offering you some even if you didn’t want any. I can’t remember one time being offered anything from you. In fact, I have taken Jimmy tons of places with me and Kaden and not once did I hear a thank you, or “that’s cool” for taking him. Or even recently asking me to pick you up some milk even though I wasn’t going any where near a store. You got almost exasperated when I said I wasn’t going to the store, so I said I would. And I did. Did I get a thank you? LOL Nope. Then you probably got upset at me asking for the $2.50 back for buying it. Did I owe you that? I can’t remember. I actually did need to do some laundry, so I figured it was a good way to get quarters.
In the beginning it was just me and you, and things were fine. When the option of having your son come live with us I was all for it. He’s a good kid, and he needed his father. I empathized with your situation and because I considered you a friend, it was a no brainer for me to not contest him living with us. I put up with the constant mess, your 13 year old sons dirty masturbating towels, the deplorable conditions of the floor, hallway, kitchen, and everything in between, and several times cleaning up both of your shit just so I can have a decent clean apartment and not be fucking embarrassed when I had company. So I bitched, big fucking deal. You’re a grownup that should know all this stuff already, and instead of brushing it off, you could have made efforts to curtail the behavior both of you had. Oh yeah, you did the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen, but just because you have done something a couple of times, doesn’t mean you can’t continue to be clean.
So I want you to think about something, other than being off the Internet for 2 days last year, you have never had any problems with me for the bills. That was my responsibility and I took care of it. After all, every single bill is in my name, and I certainly don’t want anything turned off while I’m living here. I have also cleaned this entire house more times than you can imagine. Often times 90% of which wasn’t even my shit to clean up. I have dealt with the fact that your food takes over the entire refrigerator, the smells from your room make girls run fast past to my bedroom, and your personal hygiene can be described as medieval at best. I can also deal with the fact that I pay $135 more in rent to seclude myself in my room. I have always helped out when I can, I don’t eat your food, and I think as friends go, you really couldn’t ask for a better person to be on your side. So what do you do? You give me 30 days notice to find some place to live. That’s a real fucking crappy thing to do to a person that has spent most of his time in his room to avoid your stench, and given you and your son basically the entire living room to spread out all your shit, and use my furniture as your own. I appreciate that. It reminds me that no matter what you do in life, people are either givers or takers.
I am a social creature always doing stuff and going places. I have girls over all the time and I am embarrassed by the appearance of all your shit everywhere each time I walk them through the door. I have to make up some excuse why my room mates are lazy shits who cant seem to do normal human activities. You never leave the house, you never have friends over, and I have yet to see you with one single girl. In fact the one time I hooked you up with a friend of the girl I was seeing at the time, you came off creepy and she was pissed at me for months for making her be around you. I have tried to instill confidence in you and even prodded you to make your own blog and share your knowledge of financial systems with the world. So I really don’t get where you can in all good conscience bail on someone who really has been the only one to listen to you bitch about your job, keep you from almost jumping off a parking structure, or anything that a friend needs help figuring out. I really don’t deserve the treatment I have gotten, or the condition that I have been forced to live in.
As for you “giving notice.” Who did you give notice to? Me? LOL Wtf does that do? Nothing. As soon as I got your note I asked Ariel if you had talked to her and she said no, which probably means when you were writing that you were writing out of emotion, rather than rationally thinking about what you were doing. We both know you have a below average IQ, but I’ll chalk it up to you being upset about milk and laugh as I think about it. I think that if you really had as many problems with me as you think you do, you should have been a man and come and talked to me about it instead of flying off and making a spur of the moment decision that you had no relevant information to base it on.
I hope you know Jim that I did consider you a friend, and god knows the many problems you have in life have worried me as well. I worry about the choice you are making and what it will mean for you and your son, but your life is yours to live. No matter how you justify your reasoning for “just deciding” to bail on me,(especially since I stay in my room all the time to avoid the mess) You need the space for your son, and I get that, but I’m not stupid either and know that you have some weird rational in that worrying head of yours that I have been some terrible room mate. I have had dozens of room mates in the past and I have nothing but glowing references from all of them. Many of which I am still friends. So I can leave knowing that this is your problem, not mine. In the future on your long journey to mediocrity, you should really take more of an effort to be a better person to those that can tolerate you. You only get one chance in this life, and people like you should try as hard as you can to be decent, not dirty asshole fuckers.
tl;dr My socially inept room mate is bailing on me leaving me with all the bills and this is my response
Think I was too harsh?
I am assuming that since you did not respond to any of my texts, and that I didn’t see some silly ass note posted on the counter again, you, like me, hate confrontation. I will attempt to lay some things out for you slowly, so you can understand exactly what it is you are doing.
Before that, don’t think I give a shit about you moving out and forcing my hand to do the same. It was time to move on and whatever it was I was waiting for got pushed a little faster to fruition, and for that I actually appreciate it. The problem I am having is that at no time, except for a brief 5 minute smoke session where you said you needed to move out and get a place for you and Jimmy, did you bring up any grievances of any kind. Maybe you held a bunch of shit in, and maybe that’s why the talk of us getting a 3 bedroom stopped coming up. I heard your excuse, and I understand all too well that the court situation will be improved by Jimmy having his own room, and space of his own. Unlike what your actions speak, I have tried hard to show you and your son hospitality and respect in everything that comes from being a room mate. This is especially hard when I had to deal with the two laziest people I have ever had the fortune of rooming with. And maybe that’s it. Maybe you were tired of hearing me bitch about stuff that normal people find common decency when living with other people. Or maybe you have another problem. Or maybe the fact that you haven’t been laid since the 90′s and see me bring home pussy all the time has you bothered. Either way moving out on me, when I needed at the very least another month shows me what kind of person you are, and it has really disappointed me.
Maybe it was the milk thing. Yeah I noticed, as I am sure you noticed as well the lines marking the amount of milk in the fridge. I didn’t do that because I give a shit about you drinking my milk, I did it because I saw you had none, and I knew for a fact that you were too lazy to go buy any before just drinking mine. It was a social experiment to see if you really were that lazy and would just drink it. Then you did, and obviously poured some back in. To me it’s funny, but to you I guess it pissed you off sending you in some retarded tirade where you were like , “fuck this I’m writing a note, and I’m leaving.” Funny Jim.
I am a lot of things but I am a very generous person. I am not stingy when it comes to anything that I have or helping either one of you on numerous occasions. I may not have fixed your computer fully, but I got you on the Internet. Think about that. Your piece of shit Windows ME computer that hadn’t worked in a year. I was able to get you on porn sites when the real thing had continuously failed you. I can remember when we first moved in and several times after cooking dinner and offering you some even if you didn’t want any. I can’t remember one time being offered anything from you. In fact, I have taken Jimmy tons of places with me and Kaden and not once did I hear a thank you, or “that’s cool” for taking him. Or even recently asking me to pick you up some milk even though I wasn’t going any where near a store. You got almost exasperated when I said I wasn’t going to the store, so I said I would. And I did. Did I get a thank you? LOL Nope. Then you probably got upset at me asking for the $2.50 back for buying it. Did I owe you that? I can’t remember. I actually did need to do some laundry, so I figured it was a good way to get quarters.
In the beginning it was just me and you, and things were fine. When the option of having your son come live with us I was all for it. He’s a good kid, and he needed his father. I empathized with your situation and because I considered you a friend, it was a no brainer for me to not contest him living with us. I put up with the constant mess, your 13 year old sons dirty masturbating towels, the deplorable conditions of the floor, hallway, kitchen, and everything in between, and several times cleaning up both of your shit just so I can have a decent clean apartment and not be fucking embarrassed when I had company. So I bitched, big fucking deal. You’re a grownup that should know all this stuff already, and instead of brushing it off, you could have made efforts to curtail the behavior both of you had. Oh yeah, you did the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen, but just because you have done something a couple of times, doesn’t mean you can’t continue to be clean.
So I want you to think about something, other than being off the Internet for 2 days last year, you have never had any problems with me for the bills. That was my responsibility and I took care of it. After all, every single bill is in my name, and I certainly don’t want anything turned off while I’m living here. I have also cleaned this entire house more times than you can imagine. Often times 90% of which wasn’t even my shit to clean up. I have dealt with the fact that your food takes over the entire refrigerator, the smells from your room make girls run fast past to my bedroom, and your personal hygiene can be described as medieval at best. I can also deal with the fact that I pay $135 more in rent to seclude myself in my room. I have always helped out when I can, I don’t eat your food, and I think as friends go, you really couldn’t ask for a better person to be on your side. So what do you do? You give me 30 days notice to find some place to live. That’s a real fucking crappy thing to do to a person that has spent most of his time in his room to avoid your stench, and given you and your son basically the entire living room to spread out all your shit, and use my furniture as your own. I appreciate that. It reminds me that no matter what you do in life, people are either givers or takers.
I am a social creature always doing stuff and going places. I have girls over all the time and I am embarrassed by the appearance of all your shit everywhere each time I walk them through the door. I have to make up some excuse why my room mates are lazy shits who cant seem to do normal human activities. You never leave the house, you never have friends over, and I have yet to see you with one single girl. In fact the one time I hooked you up with a friend of the girl I was seeing at the time, you came off creepy and she was pissed at me for months for making her be around you. I have tried to instill confidence in you and even prodded you to make your own blog and share your knowledge of financial systems with the world. So I really don’t get where you can in all good conscience bail on someone who really has been the only one to listen to you bitch about your job, keep you from almost jumping off a parking structure, or anything that a friend needs help figuring out. I really don’t deserve the treatment I have gotten, or the condition that I have been forced to live in.
As for you “giving notice.” Who did you give notice to? Me? LOL Wtf does that do? Nothing. As soon as I got your note I asked Ariel if you had talked to her and she said no, which probably means when you were writing that you were writing out of emotion, rather than rationally thinking about what you were doing. We both know you have a below average IQ, but I’ll chalk it up to you being upset about milk and laugh as I think about it. I think that if you really had as many problems with me as you think you do, you should have been a man and come and talked to me about it instead of flying off and making a spur of the moment decision that you had no relevant information to base it on.
I hope you know Jim that I did consider you a friend, and god knows the many problems you have in life have worried me as well. I worry about the choice you are making and what it will mean for you and your son, but your life is yours to live. No matter how you justify your reasoning for “just deciding” to bail on me,(especially since I stay in my room all the time to avoid the mess) You need the space for your son, and I get that, but I’m not stupid either and know that you have some weird rational in that worrying head of yours that I have been some terrible room mate. I have had dozens of room mates in the past and I have nothing but glowing references from all of them. Many of which I am still friends. So I can leave knowing that this is your problem, not mine. In the future on your long journey to mediocrity, you should really take more of an effort to be a better person to those that can tolerate you. You only get one chance in this life, and people like you should try as hard as you can to be decent, not dirty asshole fuckers.
tl;dr My socially inept room mate is bailing on me leaving me with all the bills and this is my response
Think I was too harsh?
My soon to be ex-room mate
And his Son
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