What do you do when you have arranged living conditions and the person you’re living with is a complete dick? You bitchblog about it, that’s what you do, just so you can stay sane.
So I recently made a huge transition to the State U of Esperanza state, United States (don’t even try to google that, k? Clearly Esperanza is not a state in the US). Mind you, before this I’ve lived at home, commuted to school, so I pretty much never left my hometown comfort zone as far as living with strangers goes. To be perfectly honest, I almost never have problems stepping out of my comfort zone; I’ve temporarily lived with complete strangers before, it was for much shorter periods of time, and we did have similar interests, but still. Moving down, adjusting, meeting new people, becoming involved; all of that was so easy, and a lot of fun, actually. The real pain in my ass started when my roommate arrived (a little back story though, I had the impression he was an ass when we corresponded through email before school, but decided it wasn’t fair to make a judgment without actually having met him). The day he arrived, I was in the room, so I offered to help move stuff in, but he didn’t seem to keen on the idea (neither was he dismissive, though), so I just let him and his parents go at it and went to get lunch. I came back and helped out some (at one point while I was gone his dad unplugged my computer when it was on, to which I was not totally ok with, but I was still not rude in response to the incident at all, quite friendly as I usually am), his parents were really nice, he was pretty quiet. To give you an idea of what this kid is like, let me narrate a few examples of his wonderful attitude:
Upon arrival while his parents were out of the room, I asked him where he was from, to which he responded with “I don’t know.” So I said, “Oh, ok…well how far away is it,” and he said “I don’t know, some minutes” with a very dry and bothered tone. Seriously asshole? What. The. Fuck. So I asked his dad once they came back, turns out they live about an hour and fifteen minutes southwest of the University. How fucking hard was that?
This is one my RA (for those of you who don’t know, an RA is a resident assistant; a person who lives amongst you and makes sure you follow the rules, but also handles any problems you may have) experienced, I wasn’t there but she told me about it. Her and I have discussed the issue in depth, she is a real sweetheart and totally sees where I am coming from, and this is one reason why…*In response to a theft on our floor, which occurred in the room DIRECTLY across from ours, the RA was telling people not to prop their doors and keep their eyes out, basically doing her job, and doing it well* She says, “Hey I just wanted to let you know someone had a few items stolen, so it’s probably a good idea to not prop your door or anything,” and he goes, with a very snarky attitude (as he usually sounds), “I’m sitting right here.” Confused with his answer, and his disrespectful attitude, she replies “Ok, well you weren’t even paying attention and I totally could have just walked in and taken something, so…think about that.” He had nothing to say after that, I love that girl!
“Hey do you have a 3-hole punch?” I asked him. *with a cocky attitude* “No dude, 3-ring binders are for high school.” “…ok, well that’s your opinion” (what else was I supposed to say, this had been after numerous rude remarks). He finished with “Yepp, and I’m entitled to it.” ASS WIPE! Is that even necessary? Did I say “Do you have a 3-hole punch with pretty little flowers and cartoons on it?” No you fucktard, go to hell.
At this point I should have known better, but I asked him anyway “Do you know anywhere to print for free on campus?” (mind you this is his second year here, and my first, it would make sense to refer to him for these things, right? WRONG….VERY VERY WRONG) “No, you need to find someone to buddy up with and use their printer, but you can’t use mine because I’m really low on ink.” Thanks buddy, real hospitable…sorry I ever offered to lend you a hand, dickweed.
There is definitely more, and I’ll probably get to it at some point if it’s worth it. I don’t know really know how to handle the situation, but for now I’m just gonna ignore it and him, and pretend like it’s all good; I don’t have the time or brainpower to invest in a friendship that isn’t worth it. It is rough, though, when you live with someone you’ve never met and they turn out to be a prick. I mean, this is the type of kid who writes dumb shit on a bathroom stall like a picture of a penis (funny story, there happens to be one of those on his dry erase board that’s hanging on the outside of our door, charming, no?) or “for a good time call 1-888-YOURMOM” seriously…oh, and he’s a slob too. Mind you I’m fairly organized and neat, at least I have been here, and I don’t have a problem if you keep your own home like that, seriously, I won’t judge you at all, but when you’ve been FORCED to live with someone, you think you could clean up after yourself, but no. Shoes and clothes on the floor, throws his shit in with mine in the bathroom. Plus, this kid thinks he is the shit, cooler than cool, too cool for school. I asked him who was playing on his iTunes, and he responded “Flaming Lips,” which is a band I like and am familiar with. So I asked which song, and he answered me, but I was surprised because I have the album in reference, but didn’t recognize it. He goes to me “God dude you’re a newb.” God dude, you’re a fuck face. I don’t have time for this immature, teanie-bopper who thinks just because they’ve graduated from High School to college means they’ve graduated to being cool. Go back to High School with your Nintendo64 (yes, he brought an N64, which I actually supplied him with two controllers and games to use while I’m down here, think he’d be more appreciative? nope) and go circle jerk with your nerd friends…anyway. That’s my rant for now, hope you laughed, cause I sure as hell didn’t…until I reread it. : )
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