My roommate steals a little piece of my patience every day. She's got such a clingy personality and I know everyone can't stand clingy people (i'm not the only one, i realize), but I especially cannot stand them. I like to have my own space. That's my personality. I was an only child so I had plenty of space and I guess I got used to it. Growing up, my dad also noticed all those little noises (like people crunching on chips, the rattle of a chip bag, inappropriate things) and he hated them. So, inherently, my family tries not to do them because it annoys him. So now, when I'm out in the real world where everyone makes those sounds sometimes, I can't help but be annoyed. Those sounds are like nails on a chalkboard to me now. And my roommate is the worst when it comes to these sounds. She has big teeth and I've discovered that I think she doesn't know how not to smack.
She smacks, she slurps, and when she buys tortilla chips (which is a lot), she crunches the chip every time.
But tortilla chips are going to get me started on another annoying thing. It is her job to sweep. IT IS HER JOB. And there are mother fucking tortilla chip crumbs all over our flour. I find them on my feet when I walk into the kitchen barefoot. I take out the trash about 80% of the time, I empty the dishwasher about 60% of the time, I load the dishwasher 70% of the time, and I always pick up after myself if I've been cooking. ONE MORNING, I woke up to the kitchen filled with dirty dishes, flour everywhere. SHe and her friends had been cooking, and like MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRLS, did not think to wash anything. AND they were sick. So they left their sick germs all over our kitchen. Meanwhile, my roommate slept til 5 that day because they stayed up smoking. I gathered up all the dishes and stacked them on one corner of the counter. I did not touch them otherwise.
AND I was trying to do laundry the same day but her blankets/towel/and shit were in the way. THIS GIRL. She had friends over (ones that I like though) that stuck her blankets and towels and shit in the washer for her and then texted us, saying "hey (my roommate's name), we stuck your shit in the washer, don't forget to take it out". About five days go by and I go to do my laundry and HER WET TOWELS AND SHIT ARE STILL THERE. THey smell like mildew. SO I tell her to wash them again and I stick them in a corner s othat she can deal with them. Well this bitch finally washes them again and remembers to switch them over to the dryer but then SHE LEAVES THEM IN THE GODDAMN DRYER. SO right after the whole "flour everywhere" debacle, I go to do my laundry and I see this pile of TOWELS AND SHIT sitting on top of the dryer (at this point it had been three weeks!!!!!!). So I take this shit and just lay it in front of her door on the crumby floor.
This is all roommate stuff. I haven't even gotten into the CLINGY part.
it's weird but I feel oddly threatened when I bring a boy over and they have an interaction with her. She's the tall blonde skinny type and some guys (typical guys) dig that and she's just got this sexual vibe to her. But she also tries to play it cool and be like "oh yeah I was in band in high school (she was in the cymbal line, give me a break) and I like pop punk music and yeah I smoke weed semi-regularly and I work for a radio station". Which is cool. Whatever floats your boat. But htat's the general vibe that she gives off to guys. ANd my ex-boyfriend had matched with her on tinder before which was awkward but we handled fine. But i really just didn't like being around her anyway, so the two of them together was just frustrating. And with my new boyfriend, he doesn't know that there's really this many problems… it just hasn't come up and I'm trying to just hang in there until our lease it up.. but when I brought him over a few weeks ago, we talked to her and soem of her friends (the friends i like, because they're hilarious). ANd so me and this guy are standing next to each other and all. And we're all talkign to each other, whatever. She decides to show off her STUPID heelies which she thinks are ironic and a throwback and so lame they're cool. And then when me and him go to my room, she was all, "Oh it was nice getitng to know you"
ANd I wanted to be like "BITCH, nah. You don't need to get to know him. You don't need to know him."
THere's also some built up resentment sexually, because when we were friends before we were roommates, everytime we'd go out, it'd be all about her because she's the typical type of pretty. And so if my group met a guy, yeah we all thought he was cute and it was kinda up to him but it would always end up being her!! HER HER HER everytime we go out. And eventually, whether it's her fault or not, it gets annoying.
Anyway, as a friend she's clingy….
When I have a friend over, she'll stand in the doorway of my room on her phone, waiting for her to make plans so she can join in. I have to shut my door when I have someone over.
She has this way also of being super conscious of me. I'm sure it's just different personalities but I'm conscious of people being conscious of me. Again, it's probably just my personality–only child had lots of space, I can be a little territorial I'll admit. I just want everyone to go about their business. A hi here and there is fine. A "how ya doin". A Goodnight! But freaking everytime I go outside my room, it's "hi, how are you? Cute outfit. How was school? DId you know about so and so on twitter" and she just can't let me go about my busienss. When I'm not at home, I'm fine with talking small talk. But when I get home, I turn my switch off. I don't feel like talking to people. I feel like cooking with some light music in the background. Eating dinner with some netflix. Laying on the couch not saying anything.
Even if nothing is said, I can feel her feeling conscious of me. Like if I moved from the kitchen to the living room, she'd notice. And I could tell that she noticed.
When her funny friends are over and i laugh, she looks at me every time. I counted once but then stopped because I didn't want to be that person who would count something like that.
WHen she's drunk, she's really touchy and when I'm drunk, I don't like being touched.
One night we went out with her funny friends. We were getting dressed and I was asking all of them about my body suit (like a leotard) with jeans. And she reaches over and touches all over my arm. And I pulled back, using body language to be like "dude stop" and then a little later, her hands were on my arm and back when we took a picture. Like stop being all up on me. I don't like that.
I've also noticed that when we're walking, she'll lean towards me and start walking close to me when she's talking to me or walking the same direction as me. I'll move over a bit because I like space and she'll keep on with it. Today, I just needed more space so I kept moving over until I couldn't and she was literally about half a foot from me. It was uncomfortable. And so I neded up moving back and letting her walk ahead. Even how she's walking is getting under my skin. Just ready to move out honestly.
A few other random rants is that she is a slob. Her room is horrendous right now and I don't care (I mean it's her room. whatever she wants to live in) but she also doesn't clean at all. Like clean clean. Like sweeping or cleaning out her toilet or dusting. I can't imagine how much dust and crumbs and things have accumulated in her room this whole year. It's disgusting. I'd hope someone would tell me if I was that much of a slob.
Oh and on the weekends (yes this is her boat to float but can I just criticize for a second?), she'll stay up super late, especially for her radio show, and then sleep til 5 in the afternoon… like sorry but that's awful. I was raised better.
She's just way too other-people oriented in my opinion. I feel bad for her. I am a very independent person who knows I need to balance friendships and interactions with other people with school, my hobbies, and self care. I like other people, I just don't need them (exception of my parents and my best friend).
I know you're wondering why don't I just move out, and I am. It'll just be a couple more months until our lease is over. And then I'm moving to a place where they seem really nice but I don't know any of them. So hopefully this will be better. Oh and with four other girls (which I realize seems contradictory to the sapce thing.. but with four other people, I won't turn off my switch til I get to my room. Here, it's like I can't turn off my switch just because of her which makes me resent her even more). But yeah, so I'm ready.
Sorry I have no idea how this website works… I just needed to type this all out… Hope this is acceptable format. Kinda felt good to get this off my chest. I know I don't have it the worst… I'm sure there are worse roommate/friend stories out there, I just needed to get mine off my chest. Thank you for anyone that read this xD