Roommate from Hell (third word he don't believe as a self-professed Atheist)

"A man's delight in looking forward to and hoping for some particular satisfaction is a part of the pleasure flowing out of it, enjoyed in advance. But this is afterward deducted, for the more we look forward to anything the less we enjoy it when it comes."

Arthur Schopenhauer

(1788-1860)

I found a young male person at work and moved in July 2006, starting with a tiny studio apartment and now a 1-bedroom apartment leased since November 2006.

It turns out this man is a total slob. He plays video games and watch anime DVDs all day/night outside of full-time work. Because of his time-consuming habit, his "erratically scheduled" cleaning duties -- kitchen, bathroom and living room carpet -- is negligible to the extreme.

Just a few nights ago, I discovered a black pot with the transparent lid on sitting atop the white microwave owned by him in the kitchen as I had done washing the dishes (including the kitchenware that he often neglect to clean after his greasy beef & kamen noodle cooking).

What transpired after I lifted the lid off the pot is the most offensively noxious filth I've ever smelt in my life. The brown goo of rotten beef reeks worse than sewer. Looks and smells like the sickest, most disgusting 2-week old meat left to rot within the sealed lid on the top of the pot.

The smell was so repellent I had to grab the dry dish cloth to hold my nose as I pour dish soap into the nauseatingly filthy pot. I put the lid back on and I felt a little sick as I retch but did not expel vomit from my stomach. I recovered quickly and I had to grab an Air Wick spray to neutralize the awful odor surrounding the pot sitting in the kitchen sink.

I went to this young man and told him the problem with an urgent tone. He doesn't seem concerned at first and seemed as though he strugs his shoulders. I repeated my insistence and he gave it a considerable thought and said "alright".

He did not bother to get up from his coach (his attention rapt to watching mindlessly kinetic anime on monitor tv and reading insipid romance comedy manga volume at the same time) and take care of the matter until a few hours later, which is well into the early morning.

This man's sheer laziness and lack of attention to the persistent matter of cleaniness in the kitchen is resoundingly obvious. I should have expected it after I moved in.

I have tolerated his utter laziness and apathy until this and another involving my notifying him to go to the apartment management office to tell them about the broken dishwashing machine with our dirty dishes and silverwares still unwashed for over a week. We ran out of liquid hand dish soap.

He did not even bother to go to the office a couple of days after notification. He claimed he have been busy with work all week with no day off in sight.

From what I know of his scheduled pattern, he leaves for work approximately three to four hours after the office is open on the weekdays. Instead of being obliged to let the office know about the "major" problem, he stays in the apartment playing video games with gaped mouth and glazed look, essentially abandoning the "little duty" of physically leaving the apartment to walk to the office to discuss the issue and walk back to the home which shouldn't take more than 15 minutes.

There have been examples of this man's amazing lazy habits but it would be too pathetic to dwell on it in depth.

I made a sad mistake of wasting a few gallons of gas to visit this man's grandparents' house to explain my problem with him recently. The man's grandmother have said that her grandson whined about me verbally "stabbing" him in the back at work for his lazy habits (this despite my telling him to do the cleaning chores from time to time instead of bugging to annoy which could provoke his hostile behavior) and came to defend her pathetic slob of a grandson.

I made my case in a civil manner. G-ma was not convicted; instead she leveled the accusation at me for harming her imbelic slob of a grandson's 'fragile' emotional state (boo-fucking-hoo). Failing to persuade even a grandparent on the matter of bad habits because of the fact of "disrespectful conduct and ill-will" towards a man who happens to be a perpetually lazy coach potato roommate that don't lift the finger up except to press remote control and video game joystick, I left the house defeated.

The man got the call from the upset grandmommy and proceeded to attack me verbally after I was home, accusing me of intentional malice towards his 'fragile' emotion and went into a sarcastic mode by telling me "Congratulations" and went on attack as if I'm everything to blame for exacerbating the problem. He has said, with a sneer, that his grandmother found me "very rude" in my complaint even though I discussed it civilly with her.

A grandmommy have to defend her lovely little shit no matter how lazy and disrespectful towards the mere reason of keeping the kitchen clean when it's supposed his turn to handle the duty, right?

So I dismiss this moronic slob's grandmother and her family (which I also met but they all looked at me with flying daggers as I complained about their relative's unhelpful and apathetic attitude considering the fact I verbally attacked the man at work for the same reason cited above) as degenerate white trash scum, which they truly are.

The slob of a man is utterly worthless as far as any remnant of humanity is concerned. It appears his time is preoccupied by constant video gaming and anime watching, which makes him a voracious multimedia addict.

I regretted loaning him a Playstation 3 console bundle (1050 bucks; what the fuck was I thinking?) to play with, seeing as how he had said he would pay me back in time. I realized this slob loves to spend more and more money accumulating materials in additional anime DVD, video game and electronic purchases, which apparently put the priority of properly compensating me on the backburner from his financially idiotic perspective.

So I composed the contract demanding $300 a month from him for three consecutive months with the stipulation he don't spend that portion on electronic & media junk. He gave it a thought ("careful," my ass) and agreed with a signature and a grunt only to slab me back with another contract demanding that I compensate him with the money owed from having sold some of his junk (manga and electronics) on eBay, which ecked out less than 200 bucks after fee charges are factored in. Should I fail to compensate him, he tells me in the new contract which render the previous one null and void, he will see me in a small claims court. Fair enough, as the first contract also said small claims court if the slob fails to meet the compensation quota.

I should never have dealt with this man on a loan agreement which he ends up "betraying" me with his sick quest in the accumulation of glorified junk that define the true meaning of gross materialism. This was stupid of me. Lesson learned; one cannot trust a roommate to repay the debt.

This idiot is easily the worst roommate I've ever lived with, not because of his consistent and persistent pattern of laziness but also his dishonesty as in the loan that ultimately fell through starting with his promise and ending with his never-ending obsession of buying expensive media junk (anime box sets, etc) to satisfy his heroin-like addiction.

The slob embody the true condition of what the psychoanalysts term "Peter Pan Syndrome". Look it up. This is him at his worst in unintentional consequence of self-degradation through the near-complete social withdrawal into the world of video games and anime.

I'm gonna get the hell out of the shithole apartment as soon as I can when I find another apartment to move in.

By the way, the apartment where this slob lives in stinks with the repugnant semen and sweat odor. This man loves fluffing the sheet cover whenever I don't look. A social reject with no future who thinks he have all the smarts (as an aggressively sarcastic person with apparent psychological problem) yet doesn't lift the finger to prove that he might have some semblance of a work ethic.

CLARIFICATION 1/7: The post above is true and with nary an exaggeration as far as I perceive it. Although I could have handled the situation better in trying to diffuse the tension while not losing my mind (he appears to have a nasty temper emerging from the shell of passive-aggressive persona), the man's behavior is so perseverely obnoxious it have further fueled my misanthrophic sentiment.

I have my questions answered on legal and etiquette matter.

I should add that there is another recent blog entry worth reading who have similar problem with the inconsiderate roommate slobs. I'm not alone in having to endure the tormented frustration.

I wrote a modified and more profane version that is in posted "Rants & Raves" section on Craig's List Phoenix.