Indeed, Reg, I think that may be an integral part of their charm.
Much as I think that everybody must find my sophomoric pornographic sense of humor and caustic attitude toward humanity endearingly eccentric and not at all offensive or depressing.
I try as hard as I can to be amused by that clueless charm, doesn't work very often.
the "charm" can be entertaining at times... until its aimed directly at you!
It's Spring! It's prancing around the kitchen in little boypants underweartime again! I shouldn't have to see that first thing in the morning. Gaaaah. I wish it was freezing cold until mid August.
At least these were the boxers and not the briefs.
you know they're coming. he's just warming up.
You're creating memories here, girls. In 10 years time you'll say:
"Remember when we had that goofy roomate who pranced around in
his underwear".... and you'll smile.
Aaaah, good times!
i know. we talked about it. how we'll be able to laugh about his running through the kitchen from one countertop to the other (often through you) while he's cooking (takes two steps. Or rather, leaps for him. "Thump thump!"), or his "cleaning" when we cannot figure out what the heck took him an hour when everything is just as dirty as before, or his statements about bending forks because he lifts weights...
i can't wait for when these will be nothing but funny memories.
we did decide however to have a dinner party. somebody has to witness this guy otherwise we'll feel like resentful bitches that cannot be tolerant towards anybody. i already feel evil half the time, having violent fantasies of breaking plates on his head or pouring boling water under his stupid boypants underwear or slamming his fingers in the cabinet doors to teach him a few lessons that just don't register when delivered verbally.... but i'm not sure even that would work
wait him out and get witnesses, that's the only ticket to sanity right now.
4 1/2 months.
dagmaraka wrote:It's Spring! It's prancing around the kitchen in little boypants underweartime again!.
you HAVE to be kidding...
ok. My stab at empathy goes something like this. When we move on from the familial home we need adjusting. There we could be in our underpants in the kitchen <cringe>. There we could pee in the shower without a second thought (did we?). We kept our shower things in the bathroom and often shared them with other family members. We shared food from the fridge and cabinet space. Most of all, we had someone else cleaning up after us (well, not ALL of us, I certainly didn't). And, unfortunately, we didn't have anyone teach us how to clean a friggin house! Oh well, so much for empathy.
Sigh
He lives as if he were at a family home. Almost. We tried to figure out how old he was. I figured he was in transition from familial home to common space. But, we know he has spent time being educated abroad for at least 4 years, if not more. I thought he was around 26, Dasha thinks he's older. Really no excuse at that age, is there?
I try to think back to when I was in my mid-20s and how I was as a house mate. In my early 20s I probably sucked, but my house mates did too (hopefully). I can't remember cleaning. Would one remember cleaning? I do remember cleaning one I hit my mid-late 20s. But, I certainly didn't clean like I do now. I think it took the adult acne to really get me interested in cleaning. And then I prolly got sort of obsessive about my personal stuff (towels, bedding, etc). hmmm.....
My stab at empathy goes like this:
He's lonely. He never spends anywhere longer than a year, doesn't have friends. His office space is apparently crowded and he spends more and more time home. Didn't during the first few months, but now...a lot. Which leads me to believe that things are not so good at work either.
-the end-
Doesn't move me much, because I friggin moved around as well. Had to adjust, and did. It's a choice. Being a wee bit observant and a wee bit willing. That's all it takes.
Where I'm at, my roommates are on the floor below me, though I use the stove sometimes, and we all share the laundry, I'm not down there often at all.
One of these dumb f*cks, a guy, who's living with two girls...had to have one of the girls show him how to make his bed...had to be taught how to do laundry, how to use the dishwasher, called one of the girls asking what he should buy himself from the grocery store. One night I'm talking to the two girls in the kitchen(who were about to have a meeting with him because he doesn't clean up after himself) when he comes strolling by with his female friend, who's carrying her laundry down to the basement. I had to stop him and tell him "not cool." He's a nice enough guy, but he simply...does...not...get...it. And he lived abroad for a year or so also, so it's not his first time away from home. At least I'm not really around them much.
how is that even possible? some people just blow my mind. I can't even begin to imagine not knowing how to make my bed or do laundry, or clean up the simple stuff. Then again I knew these things since I ever remember. I guess some parents just don't engage their kids in any chores whatsoever. gah.
Wait until you get a husband! Even though they knew how to do housework and cook prior to marriage, after marriage kitchen-dementia sets in. Laundry? You ask them to do it, and they make sure that there is a black sock in the white wash, not to mention a few tissues that lint up the entire laundry.
You get violent fantasies about spouses too, except he doesn't move out
in a few months, he's here to stay, like an extension of his Mommie's house.
Well CJ, that's why I would never get a husband.
I'll stick to a woman, who will make sure she does my laundry properly.
<not all husbands are lummoxes>
but all those that are not lummoxes are somebody else's husbands!!!
So, the poor sot has a cold. And he apparently thinks that means that he can be a total slob. I asked how he was feeling and he said, "terrible, it just doesn't get any better." It had been two days. I've been sick for 4 weeks. If the little pissant passes this I'll kill him. And pass it he will as he doesn't wash his hands. Maybe he's being a wuss and the cold isn't all that bad.... maybe if he does pass it it won't be so bad. <sigh>
