Take Another Little Piece of My Sanity
During my sophomore and junior years of college, I had the extreme misfortune of living with my three Very Worst Roommates.
R was a spoiled brat. She would always call her mom and yell at her to give her more money, and said many times, “If I can throw money at a problem to make it go away, I’ll totally do it.” If I was going to the store half a block away, she would whine for me to get candy for her. When I couldn’t find it, she’d blame me instead of getting it herself. She required total silence from 9 p.m. onwards, but would be blasting her music at 7 a.m. She was a slob, too, never doing any dishes, and letting piles of them get moldy under her bed. She was extremely fat, and her doctor told her to watch her calorie intake. R took this to mean that every morning for breakfast, she could have a bagel slathered with cream cheese, bacon, more cheese and several eggs. Not exactly Jenny Craig.
C was a self-righteous prima donna. She was constantly dating, and cheating on, new guys and using them for their cars. She was super messy most of the time, except when she went on cleaning kicks for the entire apartment (though not nearly often enough). I’m pretty neat and usually helped out when she did this, except she would scream at all of us for not helping her. She slept with my boyfriend between sophomore and junior years, and apparently all three of MVWRs knew for months and didn’t tell me. C was self-absorbed, and convinced she was the next Janis Joplin, spending hours practicing with her lame reggae band of white kids.
L was the best of the three because she was constantly with her boyfriend and out of the house. But when she was back, her and C were inseparable- gossiping about me and my friends behind my back, and generally being catty and spiteful. Halfway through my junior year, all three of MVWR sat me down and explained to me that they didn’t like me as a person (me!) and asked me to move out when the lease was up. I spent a couple weeks miserable in my room, alone and abusing painkillers, before realizing it was a blessing in disguise. I now live with two wonderful girls, and am dating a much better guy. I just hope I never have to live with anyone like the last MVWR crew again.
That was definitely a blessing. You really lucked out with them asking you to move out.
Abusing painkillers? Any chance they have an article on here about their drug addict roommate?
Ugh, the dreaded mean girls confrontation. Glad you got out of there.
You should have left them with your own parting shot (on the day you moved out of course to avoid any repercussions) telling them that you felt the same way, and why, in great detail.
Agreed with TMS, but…um…you might want to get some help with that painkiller thing…
i agree with TMS, i would have told them they were selfish,spoiled, manipulative and mean. And maybe, if you really want to get even with them: write their names in chalk on the bottom of your shoe. In a little while,their karma comes back and bites them. It works!
Sounds like shitty people, though I’m not sure how R’s diet or weight actually affected you.
Definitely sounds like a crappy situation to be stuck in. However…
I’m not sure how R being “extremely fat” had anything to do with her being a bad room mate. One of my room mates when I was in college was stick thin and was such a slob that when he left and we had to clean out his room, not only did we find moldy food containers and plates, we found bugs in them and in the (what I can only guess was piss-soaked) old clothes that were stuck to the floors. So really, weight has nothing to do with being a slob.
And you? Abusing painkillers? You were probably a crappy room mate yourself but too high half the time to remember.
LOL @ everyone thinking the OP needs help with painkillers. Her language suggests she knows just how she was coping (poorly) with her shitty roommates. Seriously, people, stop abusing your own coping mechanisms when you get on your high horse next time.
Sounds like some seriously lame roommates, and I am glad you got out of there. I think you took it for too long, but I’m no token of self assertedness — I’ve done my fair share of taking too much. Hey, that’s why they call it the past; you learn from it or you die being laughed at because you repeat the same mistakes
@ Meshell: I agree with what you’re saying, but that goes both ways. How do you know that the “evil” roommates weren’t also coping poorly with their own problems? It’s not fair to say, “Yeah, my roommates were horrible. I abused painkillers, but that’s okay because it was all their fault!” Take responsibility for your own behavior!
yeah well maybe the poor roommates had their own problems, but at least the OP dealt with hers alone unlike fatty, slutty and bitchy who took it upon themselves to be nasty bullying cunts.
Once upon a time, there was a poor princess who had to live with a fatty and two girls with social lives that didn’t revolve around her: “Fatty”, “Slutty” and “Has a Life”. Oh no! And they even dared to ask her to do things, like chores and picking things up from the store she was already going to, and they did ever so poor a job at being her servants. And the Knight in Shining Armour dumped her! Slutty was actually a Witch! And used her magic to control him! Poor princess! And then they asked her to go away. Clearly, it was because they were mean. And fat. And slutty. But then the princess found some Magical Pixiedustâ„¢, and that made everything better. Hurray!
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As you can probably guess by now, I am underwhelmed by this story.
Heh….you have a point
and so fatty, slutty and bitchy lived happily ever after, with prince charming doing the candy runs and housework, and wistfully thinking back on the good old days when he used to get high with his codeine princess
And I agree with Ellen. Is there a post here written by three friends who lived with a girl who was constantly in some state of intoxication, would blow up at you if you ask her to do any small task and who was paranoid that you were always talking behind her back. She even got this crazy idea in her head that one of you was sleeping with her scuzzy ass boyfriend and the ONLY way she would stop going on about her suspicions and her “proof” was if you just played along and “admitted” to it?
Also, moldy dishes aside (cuz that is gross) there is a wide range of what people consider clean or dirty. My sister has never, ever in her entire life had a roommate that was remotely capable of cleaning properly and she has had many roommates over the years. Having lived with her for the better half of my life I can tell you that she has a tendency to throw out anything that is a perceived inconvenience. The joke at home when you can’t find something was always “yeah, J was cleaning up this morning, God knows where that is now” and my Mother has gone so far as having to dig through garbage bags to find unopened bills J felt could be thrown out without checking with anyone. She has also picked up the habit of vacuuming the floor multiple times throughout the day when home for Christmas vacation, literally starting at 8 AM and doing it as late as 11: 30 PM. My thinks the constant in the “no one knows how to clean but me” is my sister more so than her roommates.
This really sounds like one of those stories where there’s a side we are not getting in that I’m sure these roommates had their grievences as well.
Also, for your own sake you should address that painkiller issue, one its not an emotionally healthy way to deal with issues (been there, done that) and two an extended course of something as simple as ibueprofen can quickly chew holes in your stomach and give you ulcers (check the lables), let alone the perscription stuff.
I’m not trying to come off as holier than thou, so please dont take it that way. I’ve dealt with my own demons, and lost friends to drug abuse. Even “safe” drugs like OTC’s and perscription meds can still be deadly and damaging when taken incorrectly.
Yeah… I’m sorry, but as soon as you attack someone for their weight, you’ve lost me. That’s just being bitchy in and of itself. Maybe she ate because of the way you looked at her, or low self esteem, or perceived judgement coming from your looks and behaviour? I know that when I was sharing, I often felt fat and unattractive compared to them, and it just made me more miserable and susceptible to comfort eating.