Biting My Tongue
Mar 26
I’m usually a very outspoken person. I don’t let myself get pushed around, I speak my mind, I’m not afraid to ruffle features. By all accounts, I can be called a jerk at times. It’s always spoken honestly though.
However, there’s one person who I hold my tongue with. My roommate. For four years he’s been my roommate and we’re good friends. He’s the same kind of outspoken person – actually he’s perfectly defined as a snake in sheep’s clothing. But because we live together, I find I have to hold my tongue because we live in the same place, we have to coexist. Fighting with him is impossible because he can’t take criticism without stepping it up and firing back and it’s the same way for me. He fires a shot, I shoot right back.
We got into argument today over something and I told him to fuck off, and he replied to go blog about it. So here I am haha.
So maybe he’ll read this… I don’t really care.
He can’t do simple tasks like get Lysol to clean the bathroom. Actually, the last time he CLEANED the bathroom was a year ago… it was a really good clean, but he hasn’t done SHIT since. I’ve cleaned it weekly ever since. So I tell him to get Lysol because we’re out, and I’ve been buying it for the past couple years cause he’s been in school. Now that he’s in a full time career with Loblaws, he has no excuse. Yet he still can’t do it! Windex, Paper Towel, Toilet Paper… it’s all impossible for him to buy for some reason.
This is a symptom of a larger problem.
He’s talked about moving out aggressively for the past few months, and while at first it seemed like an attack. Like he was leaving me high and dry with the rental… I’ve come to realize in the past couple weeks that it’s what needs to happen.
Deep down I’m a neat freak. It always seems like there’s dishes to be done… it’s stacked up dishes, I can’t get into. I’m used to doing my dishes once I’m done with them, but when the counter already has dishes, my initiative drops and I just add them to the stack. The living room is always needing vacuuming. He eats there. He leaves dishes there, leaves pizza boxes overnight, leaves Swiss Chalet there. This is not me. I eat in my room for this reason.
He drinks here with a couple buddies sometimes… they get drunk and they spill drinks everywhere. However he doesn’t mop the kitchen floor afterwards, even a week later it’s still there, so I take a cloth and wipe it so it’s not sticky… I’d mop it, but no Pinesol!
I want to cancel the cable, he doesn’t… and doesn’t think it’s fair if he’s responsible for the cable bill solely. Well tough, I’m making a stand and canceling it shortly.
These are all symptoms of the problem.
You need to move out. Why you and not me? Well you’ve talked about moving out. Me and the landlord are friends. You’re CONSTANTLY late with the rent. It’s close to my family.
Mr H, It’s time we live separately.
PS: I doubt he sees this, but it’s important for me to get this down on ‘paper’ before I bring it up with him. Consider this practice.
PSS: Will be looking for very clean roommate who’ll actually contribute to the house! (Rent is cheap!)
