Issue With Roommate - Am I overreacting?

freckletone said:

I really want to tell them "Look, I am not a moron. I tested the outlet before asking you. Why would you think that I didn't test it first? "

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Just say it... But some what politely.. If you keep it in your mind, it will burst out all at once.

freckletone said:

The problem is that I'm passive aggressive and I can NEVER think of a good comeback during the moment. I am just always too pissed off to think of anything witty. So what happens is I keep stewing about it for days and days afterwards thinking about what to say and by then it's too late. Sometimes I've gone crazy and thought about stuff for weeks; things that you would probably think aren't a big deal.

I can only think of clever things to say AFTER the fact. Once it's over.

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First off there are meds to help you with that. It's not normal to spend time wondering what could you've said back. It's pure stress and it decreases your life expectancy.

Those 'witty' persons are ex class clowns and the only people that still take them seriously are the people like you. It is sad but they can be taken advantage of. When I review the search strings of visitors to some of my medical stuff I often find the absurdest problems people have like 'crying after orgasm' (because it's a sin) and 'my cat hates me' (grave emotional insecurity). These are the people that love to spend money on nonsense like self motivation, 'making others love you', 'being the heart of a party', 'stop others from underestimating you'.

Actually it is great to be underestimated, people lower their guard and can be manipulated very easily. The roots of this truth are very ancient - 'enslaved' greek scholars ending up as great manipulators, monarch consorts becoming the actual decision makers, even in literature like Tom Sawyer with the fence if you want an unsophisticated example.

I don't know how you cope with hotlines. Their first question is whether you have tried another power socket even though you might've already desoldered and resoldered the whole circuit board.

Unless you learn to ignore irrelevant stuff that is around you all the time, webmasters will keep discussing the likes of you on forums

Since you are experiencing it first hand, you might indeed start writing down the stories and earn money with them. A solution is the first thing but the second thing someone with a problem wants to read, is about others with similar problems.

Trust me, that's not half the irritation you could behaving with a roommate, just fucking trust me. I am on the edge of killing mine right now. If I thought I could get away with it, Id be burying her body right now...

Monrox said:

'my cat hates me' (grave emotional insecurity).

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Ding ding ding.

Now I have a relative quote to post a story about, to show you just what you could be dealing with in a roommate.

Things started going downhill with the roommate situation around the end of summer. I was prepared to move out at this point, then my roomie got a job out of town for 3 months. We'd been good friends a long time so I figured it would be a good cool down period and left it at that. Just prior to this she had decided to adopt a kitten. The kitten couldn't go with her, so the little rat became my unwanted responsibility. Kittens however will grow on you out of pure cuteness, whether you like it or not. So suddenly I really got to like my cuddly little cat friend. and over 3 months the cat became very fond of me.

So anyways, she gets home after 3 months of being gone, and the kitten (now a half grown cat) will not pay an ounce of attention to her. She picks it up and takes it to sit with her and the second she lets go of it, it runs to me to cuddle up on my lap. All of the sudden she's losing her shit over the fact that HER cat likes me more. Like, this was a big issue to her. So she institutes new rules. The cat is not allowed downstairs anymore (where my room and office are), I am not allowed to give the cat treats anymore, she tries to switch the cat to some sort of vegetarian diet (excuse me, but wtf?), and whines and bitches at me anytime I'm playing with the cat.

Like really, I fed and cleaned up after your fucking cat for 3 months while it was a kitten, it grew up with me, and you wonder why it likes me more? Fastforward to now and what do I get to wake up to every morning? Her screaming at the cat to STFU. The cat is whining and crying for attention in the morning, and she is sitting there yelling and swearing at the poor little fucker.

I'm stuck in this situation because rentals in town are next to impossible to find this time of the year, and I'm moving away in 2 months anyways. This little story is just the tip of her crazy iceberg. It's going to be a long 2 more months let me tell you. At the end of which I'm going to kidnap her fucking cat and never come back...

How would you prefer living with a fattening, near 30, vegan feminist (see manhater in the dictionary), with an alcohol problem? She's got some severe emotional issues that blow up in her drunken stupors over the fact that she can't keep a man, and every one that she catches runs asap. One of my close frtiends who was a roommate of hers prior to me once told me she refered to herself as the town cumpster once (LMFAO). She refuses to accept that all her relationship issues stem from her inability to just leave men the fuck alone. She's got to pick at you every moment of every fucking day. it doesn't matter how good I eat, my diet is pure shit in her opinion. If I want to play Xbox, I'm immature and lazy. If I drive to the grocery store, I'm destroying the fucking environment. Yadda yadda yadda...

One day she flipped out on me for buying a tub of Cool WHip and putting it in our freezer. She spazzed out telling me how it's some great chemical preservative concoction that could survive weeks int he smoldering sun. I told her she's a fucking idiot if she believes that. She told me she doesn't want that "crap" taking up space in her freezer. A couple weeks later I go to grab my some stuff from the cupboard and what do I find, a half rotten container of Cool Whip in the cupboard. I ask her if she put it there, and what does she say? "It's not like it's gonna go bad"... O rly? thats why they refrigerate the shit at the grocery store right? ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGH...

One of her favorite stories to tell is how her ex-bf ran away to marry the chick who started Amazon. (Why you'd be proud of this story enough to tell it, I dunno. Butit's bullshit anyways, so meh). She's told me this story dozens of times, completely ignoring the fact that I KNOW THIS SORT OF THING enough to know that Amazon was started by a MARRIED MAN in 1994, and has never changed hands in it's history from startup...

The biggest problem is that she is dumb as fuck, and overly opinionated in the process. She can't stay out of other people's business with her opinions. But don't tell her that because she'll start crying and telling you about her learning disability and how it was hard on her in school. She lives for pity you see, and seeks it at every opportunity. The first thing she'll do is call all of her girlfriends, tell them you're being an asshole, cry her eyes out, then go to the bar to get fucking annihilated and tell everyone there what an asshole you are. Luckily for me I'm not the only on in town who sees through her shit, but trust me a lot of people have bought into it, which leads a lot of random people into thinking you're an asshole for no good reason.

I too am not on the lease, because she insists that she do all the dealing with the landlord. She doesn't trust me. However when shit goes wrong she'll do nothing about it. So I've had to go behind her back to our landlord for almost a year now any time something starts fucking up. Our water pressure started to drop and the shower was screwy back in the late summer, I figured something must be wrong with the diverter. So I took apart the taps, slid the 50 year old diverter out and it falls in two pieces. I can't get it back in. You have to special order the parts because this tap is ancient. So after listening her bitch about the shower for two weeks, refusing to go to the landlord for fear that she'd lose her damage deposit, I had to take action. Then I get blamed for everything when it goes wrong. She goes straight to the fucking landlord and tells him that I BROKE IT and I CAN PAY FOR IT. meanwhile I get a daily lectures about "Oh Mr Big Fix it man, gotta fix everything. Here's an idea, if you don't know what you're doing, don't fucking touch it" nevermind the fact that I DID KNOW what I was doing, and everything I thought was broken WAS. Had the plumber who came not been a reasonable guy, I would have been paying out of my pocket, but I explained to him what happened, I showed him the parts, he laughed and told me he'd talk to the landlord about it.

She also has a severe Dr. Phil complex, and likes to diagnose different people around town with different mental illnesses. One friend she thinks is schizophrenic, another Bipolar. I've pretty much segragated myself to the basement area of our house and never come upstairs EVER. I avoid her like the plague. So now I am obviously DEPRESSIVE, and she's been telling this to people around town for a while now. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGH AGAIN. I have a feeling that sometime within the next couple months I am going to explode and give her my dissertation on what I think her mental issues are. I can just see how well that is gong to go over...

Her and one of her girlfriends had a falling out a while back when her drinking problem was addressed. She's been on a nonstop smear campaign to destroy this chick's name ever since. She hates her old friend now because she WAS RIGHT. Because this chick can keep a normal relationship, she's smart, a successful computer programmer, and well, has something actually going for her in life. She's one of a few women I have a lot of respect for. A lot of people do, and she cannot stand that someone like this would call her out on one of her issues. It makes her feel inferior, which is terrible, because deep down she knows she is...

How'd you like to swap roommates? The worst part of it all is that I'm too nice to blow up in her face, and I know that it would be futile anyways. So I'm restricted to bitching to the small handful of ex-roommates who know what she's like behind closed doors, and the lot of you, lol.

If you've read this far through this venting post, I feel sorry for you, but hopefully you'll feel a little sorry for me in knowing the crazy bitch I have to deal with every day, and hopefully the OP realizes that his little situation isn't near as bad as it could be...

Dirtbag, be careful that you don't end up buried yourself. This is the stuff crazy people run amok for.

I fully support the kidnapping idea, hate people who think they must own an owned creature's feelings. Just don't make it obvious as judges are not the most compassionate members of the society.

Monrox said:

Dirtbag, be careful that you don't end up buried yourself. This is the stuff crazy people run amok for.

I fully support the kidnapping idea, hate people who think they must own an owned creature's feelings. Just don't make it obvious as judges are not the most compassionate members of the society.

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Don't worry she'd never physically attack me. Her weapon of choice is deception and manipulation. She's one of those people who buys a lot of friends with food and booze. She's in a heap of debt with collection agencies calling the house all day every day, because she spends all her money on booze and food to feed all these "friends" of hers. She could easily pay off her debt in a year or so if she buckled down and straightened her shit out, but she won't. A lot of people in this town are broke, and she likes to throw regular dinners that she pays for entirely to feed them. This is an easy way to buy friendship.

She likes to pretend she's Mother Theresa in this aspect, but everything she does she does for a reason, and putting on the Saint show is her way of slyly pocketing an unspoken IOU. Meaning when it comes time for her to come to you and whine and complain about something, or more often than not someone, you feel obliged to listen and pat her back. I know this, because this is how she originally snagged me in.

So she's busy out running around town shit talking me to everyone right now. I know this. That's what she does, is shit talk everyone behind their backs to whoever she thinks it is beneficial to shit talk to. A few people who know the way she is have mentioned this to me. I don't need them to tell me though, I already know how she is. I lived with her for months peacefully before we came to a stand off. She used to shit talk all her friends to me. She's a two-faced bitch when it comes down to it...

I cannot wait to get away from this town and never speak to her stupid ass again. But trust me, it will not be before I tell her exactly what I think of her, and I'm debating whether or not I want to make a scene of it and tell her in front of a group of our mutual friends while I'm at it. LOL.

I understand how you feel....when you live around someone who you don't really get on with...little things about them start to annoy you....maybe it's time to move on man...