Someone Asks People To Share Stories About What The “Worst Roommate Ever” Did To Earn Their Title, 30 Deliver
A good roommate won't "borrow" your stuff without asking. They will clean up after themselves and respect one's need for quiet time. A bad one, on the contrary, will repeatedly find ways to violate your personal space and all the healthy boundaries that allow two people to live under the same roof without strangling each other.
So in an attempt to remind you to be careful about who you move in with, Bored Panda put together a list of the worst roommate stories we could find. Sadly, as we searched the internet, we realized there was no shortage of those. But hey, one man's misery is another man's amusement, am I right?
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Kidnapped two guys and held them for ransom. One hostage was set free weeks later while the other wasn't so lucky. The body was eventually found in a basement cemented buried in the ground.
Cops busted into the flat (I rented a room in an apartment - he lived in it before I moved in) and apprehended my roommate while he was sleeping. Tried for kidnapping and manslaughter along with his other few associates.
This was in Ontario, Canada around 2011/2012. I never really followed the story after I moved the hell out and learned that they were all in jail.
My roommate was Sohaib Malik. He seemed like a normal, nice dude. Student at the local university. Had no problems with him (aside from him using my kitchen knife without permission).
"Aside from him using my kitchen knife without permission" I'm sorry... I laughed way too hard at that. Good Lord glad you got out safe.
https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/three-men-charged-with-manslaughter-in-case-of-missing-real-estate-agent/article4259507/
Curious to know if the missing real estate agent was their landlord. But, damn, man! What an experience!
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yes, can definitely see why it’s number one now.. holy sh*t
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How awful! I can't believe he stole your knife...psychopathic behavior
How the H-E-double-hockey-sticks did you end up being Sohaib Malik's roommate?
https://www.mississauga.com/news-story/3128762-captor-jailed-nine-years-for-fatal-kidnapping/
I used to work the afternoon shift, which meant that I'd usually get home around 1am. My new roommate had just moved in a few days ago. One Friday night I get home, walk in the door and there's 50 odd people in our tiny apartment. There's people punching holes in the walls, my tv is smashed on the ground, there's a few people shooting up on my couch, the place is f**ked.
Not really knowing how to handle the situation I go into my room to try to think and when I open the door I get hit with a stink that will outlast religion. My new roommate is having some rather messy scat sex with another guy on my bed. There's sh**t alllll over my bed.
So I grabbed a beer, went outside, called the cops and watched the show.
he was responsible for collecting our individual rent payments and turning in the rent check to management. instead, he spent two full months' rent ($4100) on cocaine and take-out, then disappeared when the eviction notice was posted on our door.
I had a roommate in college who could only fall asleep if he watched disney movies at night. I had to listen to them every night for hours trying to sleep. And I now hate the Lion King with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
Hey, listen to whatever you want. With headphones at a reasonable volume that does not bother others, of course.
[Took out] my rabbit and used his bones to form some sort of makeshift Satanic summoning ritual thing on her bed.
I wish I was making this up.
I didn't even confront her, the next night when I knew she was working late at McDonald's I got a friend with a truck and got all of my sh*t out of there.
Probably the most stressful time of my college years.
This was probably the worst time of my life as I was getting clusterf**ked by stress because I had to juggle being poor in college, a sh*tty work study job, and a 21 Credit semester load so I could certify into a pretty competitive major. On top of that my roommate that I lived with initially straight up just dropped out of school and moved out without informing me a week before bills were due, I only made enough money to cover my portion and so I had to get a random roommate on Craigslist to come in.
My parents come from a very spiritual background so I've been raised not to f*ck with stuff of this nature, I'm not even going to look into whether or not this crazy thing even worked and I never want to see her again. Although if I did see her again she's getting a roundhouse to the face because my rabbit was awesome.
Moral of the story: Don't use Craigslist for roommates
I discovered the crazy after the trash didn't get picked up for three weeks...
The first week, I figured they just missed us. Week 2, our can is full, so we leave a bunch of bags next to it. They take the bags, don't empty the can. Week three, I chase them down the street to see what the f*ck is happening. The guy tells me they won't empty the cans because they are full of two-liter bottles of urine, and they won't take the risk of one breaking and squeeting on them [sic]. One of my roomates has been pissing in two-liter bottles because he was too lazy to walk to the bathroom, which was literally right next to his room. Shared a f*cking wall even. There were dozens of these bottles he had been filling and putting in the trash. I had to pull them all out to get the trash people to dump our can, put them all in some doubled up contractor bags, and leave that sh*t in his room. Two weeks later, the bag is still there.
TL/DR roomate pissing in bottles because he would not walk 8.75 feet to the bathroom; city trash men wouldn't touch that sh*t for anything.
My worst roommate was actually my best, except for one constant flaw: about once a month he'd get really drunk, wander the house, & p**s on someone who was sleeping. This went on for months. We got rid of our cat bc we thought he was the culprit, until one night I witnessed him pissing on another roommate. All four of the other roommates, except me, I think/hope, were victims. He was, & still is, a great dude. Friendly, honest, generous etc. It all came to a head when he went home for Thanksgiving & pissed on his mother. He stopped drinking hard liquor after that & it never happened again.
College roommate, freshman year in the dorms. She secretly kept an Excel spreadsheet monitoring my study habits. Like, counting the number of hours she saw my nose in a book. So fast forward to later in the semester, when I return from a party, here she attempts an intervention... "Hairymonkeyinmyanus, I'm concerned about your study habits..." then she brings out this spreadsheet from the entire semester, comparing my total number of hours studying to the number of hours that were "recommended by my advisor for the number of credits you're taking."
My response AFTER ripping up her spreadsheet, Get a life and stay out of mine!" I'm trying to be more positive, so I left out the name-calling at the beginning of my response to her. LOL
I had a roommate who would (attempt to) leave unjustified scathing, passive-aggressive notes for just *everyone*: our apartment neighbors, cars parked outside, and even our landlady. The kind of notes with overly-polite language, underlines, and randomly capitalized words. Always written in red marker. Always rude enough to get the s**t beaten out of her. Always signed from both of us.
I spent that year following her around and removing the notes as quickly and quietly as possible.
Completely unfitting picture though: Some "Feel good" sayings in German. And the blue one, which states:"I don't care"
I had a roommate who (among other disgusting things) repeatedly left blood on the toilet seat when she was on her period and left her bloody pads sitting out. One time she left one on the radiator and it melted down to the metal.
Sophomore year rando craigslist roommate. She used to floss her teeth constantly and then just drop the used floss wherever she happened to be at the moment. The carpet was caked with it. She never did dishes, and made sure to use my dishes so that i would clean them. She was deeply Christian and was weird about me being Jewish. She would scream at me and be rude to my friends and then immediately post on Facebook about how jesus forgives her of her sins. I worked openings at a cafe near campus before class so I was always up during the week at 5am. She got a job at the cafeteria on weekend mornings, but would sleep through her loud ass alarm from 6 am to 8 am so I could never sleep in on the weekends. Oh and she kept unplugging my printer because she learned in one of her public health classes that printer fumes give you cancer (?????)
Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't Christian's supposed to live a peaceful life.
I lived with a guy who drank rum like water and played the trumpet. But that's just the beginning. Although he couldn't play the trumpet. He would play the theme to "The Flintstones" but always got stuck on one note, I wanted to take a shovel to the trumpet right at the moment he would mess it up, put us both out of our misery. In addition he had a salt water fish tank. No fish could live in it because it was a green algae cesspool of filth. The smell was that of a soggy swamp sneaker in a hot gym locker. He would stand and stare at it and chuckle to himself. He also cooked pounds pounds and pounds of kale then would try and get the stalks down the garbage disposal, which alway broke it. He would wear a purple robe with no clothes on under it. Granted the guy meant no harm, he was just so annoying to live with. I still wonder to this day where he is. He went by a name other than his original so I don't know how to find him.
The trumpet.... I had neighbour. It was a saxophone... allways the same song, allways the same note. The saxophone got stolen.... ohhh the silence. All the neighbours clapped...
Ran an illegal ebay theft and resale ring out of my apartment. I flew home to Texas to go to a family funeral and two days in to the trip had FBI Special Agents calling my phone, and telling me they had confiscated all the computers in my house.
I was cleared of all wrong doing, the FBI agents said it was clear I had no idea what was going on...but lesson learned. If your roommate is cagey with you about how they pay rent, it's probably not good.
I lived in a house with the girl who owned it, my boyfriend and 6 month old, and another friend. The girl that owned it didn't have a job and asked us all to move in to help pay bills so her parents (that bought her the house) wouldn't get f*cked on their loan. We'd been there maybe a month. This chick never left her bedroom in the attic, except when she snuck down to eat my food. She never got a job, or contributed in any way, except to ask when we were paying her. Did I mention she owned like three cats? Three cats she couldn't afford, might I add. I had to buy them food or they'd starve. She also NEVER EVER cleaned the f*cking litter box. And she kept it downstairs with all of us. It reeked of ammonia, with sh*t piled so high it spewed out on to the floor. I finally got sick of cleaning up her mess and told her that when I got back from work that litter box better be clean, I have a BABY living here and I don't like her being out of our room because it smells. I go to work. My boyfriend took our baby in the stroller (without a diaper bag, the idiot) to the store a block away. He didn't take the keys to the house. And that crazy b*tch locked us out. She refused to let him in. The baby was screaming for a bottle so he broke a window to try to crawl in to get her formula, which she refused to give us. He calls me at work, tells me what happened, and that the cops could only make her give us our baby things back. She swore we had NOTHING there and that we were trying to steal from her. I seriously want to kill that b*tch. I got some of my things back, after somehow getting legally screwed into paying her rent for all the time our stuff sat there while she was holding it hostage. She kept all my cool stuff. And she kept these nick-nacks that were sentimental (my grandmother had painted chess pieces, and I got some after she passed). I'm still pissed, and that was six years ago.
Had to reply since this is still recent. Met a girl on craigslist in a new town. Got along really well for the first few months, hung out, etc. After a drunken fight with her boyfriend where he kicked in her door and she pushed him down the stairs, she then decided I had been flirting with him (gross, by the way) and basically tried to kill me. I win, right?
OMG. um, tried to kill you? bro i would’ve been scared outta my wits and called the cops if it had been really serious
Not actually my story but a friend of mine had a pretty rough time on her first week of living in a new place with a bunch of guys.
She originally wanted to rent with her friend but unfortunately her friend pulled out of the university course at the local university they were attending together, so she ended up having to find somewhere to rent alone. She ended up renting a room in a house share with 4 other guys (also students). After the first week she informed them she was going to the shop and they asked her to pick up some toilet tissue for the house. Unfortunately she forgot and they were pretty upset about it.
So the next day, after being out of the house all day she came home to find her bedroom walls and bed sheets smeared in s**t. It was their idea of teaching her a lesson about forgetting to get toilet tissue.
I came home from vacation to thousands of dead fruit flies throughout our refrigerator and kitchen, roach carcasses in the bathroom, and the news that her cat had vomited or marked its territory in one of a number of other ways in every room of the house.
She had not noticed any problems.
She started stealing my clothes and went walking around in them to college. She seemed to be absolutely convinced they belonged to her until the day she left to move back home. I got a text saying "Found some stuff in my wardrobe that I think you might want. Bye." and sure enough, in her wardrobe, were my clothes, my socks and even my bath towels. Shocked, I took one towel out and a vibrator fell out of it and on to my bare foot.
I had a random room mate that showered once a week... ONCE. A. WEEK.
Thank God he was too lazy to go to class as well and lasted only two semesters.
College roommate hated us and the worst thing she did was put Nair in my conditioner.
Probably the girl who dated the homeless drug dealer. He ended up moving in (without my permission) and started dealing out of our apaprtment (*definitely* without my permission). He also had the rankest boots I've ever smelled that he would leave in the living room.
Oh something like this happened to me in college. My roommate bought home this rando guy and his feet STUNK. Like we couldn’t get the smell out for a week. It was nasty. Anyway she bought him home a second time so I threw his boots off of the balcony. I wasn’t putting up with that smell again! Thankfully she didn’t bring him back.
He drank my contact lens solution because he thought it was drugs. The whole bottle. A big bottle. Not only did he not figure it out while not being remotely high halfway through a f*cking pint of lens solution, if it had been drugs, he would've died a lot.
Bonus idiocy: Also claimed he invented lettuce wraps
When I moved in, I kept getting lots of tiny black dots on my legs whenever I'd walk across the carpet.
They were fleas.
this is actually about my friend's roommate, but that's hardly important. My friend's roommate comes stumbling into their dorm room (freshman year). It's blatantly obvious that she is drunk beyond reason. She starts shouting "I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM", which wakes up my friend. She sees her roommate just staggering back and forth through the doorway. She stayed in bed because she really didn't know how to react. Her roommate returns through the door once more and reiterates that she needs to go to the bathroom. Before her roommate had left to go to a party, she had placed her white mac laptop on her chair by her desk. The rationale here, is that we believe the white from the laptop on the seat made the chair look like a porcelain load-throne in the mind of her drunken roommate. So she approaches the chair, pulls down her pants, and sits on her laptop. My friend braces herself because this situation can only go one way. As she braced for impact, her roommate releases a sigh of relief that unfortunately is synchronized with the release of her bladder and bowels. Despite her laptop being covered in p**s and s**t, her roommate denies that this ever happened.
TL;DR roommate drunkenly covers laptop in p**s and s**t
She had several chances to stop this though. The damaged laptop is on her as much as the drunk friend who used it as a toilet. If someone is stumbling around your room shouting they need the loo and can’t find it don’t just lie there in bed like a toasty cinnamon roll, point them in the right direction!
My old roommate always used the same pan for eggs and never cleaned it. For an entire year this pan was caked with eggs and just sat on the stove (which was also covered in egg splatter.) Even if I cleaned it for him, it would be back on the stove the next day.
Well here is my ex roommate story... Dated a girl for a while, she moved in and we ended up breaking up. I let her stay and move into one of the upstairs bedrooms because I made the mistake of feeling sorry for her. Fast forward a few years (yes, I'm a huge pushover and way too forgiving of people. I think she finally broke me of that.) And I finally had to kick her a*s out. It started small over the years, with her just being a general slob. However... She had the upstairs of the house more or less to herself. Large bedroom, her own full bathroom, nobody ever went up there to bother her. She also had a pet rabbit. I liked rabbits, they're cute and adorable... The rabbit however was not taken care of. She went back to Arizona for Christmas to visit family and asked me to watch the rabbit. Sure no problem... I go up to check on the rabbit, give it food, water, clean cage, etc, and the upstairs looks like a crack house. There is trash everywhere, just piles of dirty dishes and food wrappers just general trash. The bathroom looked like it had never been cleaned at all. Just layers upon layers of makeup residue and hair and trash. Ugh. And worse, the rabbits cage was this tiny thing designed for small rabbits and was too small for this one since she never let the rabbit out of the cage. And the entire cage was filled with rabbit c**p. The nails on the rabbit were long enough you knew they hadn't been taken care of in awhile. I was horrified. But, me being stupid, didn't immediately pick up a phone and b***h her out and tell her to keep her bags packed when she got back... No, I was stupid. I cleaned up upstairs, went out, built the rabbit a new much larger cage and took care of it. When she got back I told her flat out it wouldn't happen again.
Fast forward a few months and the rabbit is put for being sick. She starts posting on Facebook about how sad she was, etc. I sat there thinking, b***h, you didn't take care of it, why are you sad. I even offered to help her take the rabbit cage down after it happened. She declined.
Fast forward again and I'm wondering why all of a sudden the house is crawling with bugs. I start seeing ants and roaches in larger and larger numbers. Not cool. Then I start noticing an odor in the house, something rotten. I'm thinking something got in one of the attics and died. A squirrel or a mouse or something and that's what's caused this. So I venture upstairs and check one attic. Nothing. So I go to check the other side which is accessible from the roommates closet. I open the door and the room is once again a disaster area. Everything from blackened shriveled banana peels to fast food bags to piles of dirty dishes and clothes. And bugs crawling over it. I, understandably, was a bit upset. Even the rabbits cage was still there. Still filled with rabbit s**t. I was confident she hasn't changed the litter from when she got back after Christmas to when the rabbit died. I told her flat or she needed to clean her room now today this instant because I wasn't going to have the upstairs of my house become a garbage dump. She wasn't exactly happy with me but I didn't give a f**k at that point. I stormed out and left for a bit before I snapped and did something I would really regret.
So, being my dumb self, I assumed that given the situation and context that the upstairs would then be cleaned. That I got the point across. So I go upstairs a few weeks later to change the air filter in the ac system and lo and behold, the room is not only still filled with the exact same s**t it was before, there is new trash! I'm done at this point, I'm livid. I tell her when she gets home to clean the upstairs pack her bags and get out by the end of the week. She gives me a song and dance and sob story and all about how it will never happen again. You're right, it won't, you're not staying here.
No one should be surprised when they find out I still ended up having up clean the upstairs. The carpet was a loss and the entire house had to be fumigated. I even had to repaint the walls to cover stains since nothing would get them off. I took pictures. There are episodes of hoarders that looked cleaner.
How could anybody stand that situation for years?!!! The OP isn't just a "pushover"... there's something definitely wrong here.
He listened to heavy metal music to 'fall asleep' without freaking headphones.... I couldn't last more than 2 nights.
When I was in junior high we used to go to our weekend home every friday. Two hour car ride. Tired teen. I would listen to Metallica's One album to fall asleep on my walkman. Used to do the same later whenever I went on long bus journeys. The casette would keep on reversing and I would not wake up till battery would run out.
Oh boy, where do I even start? I'll just make a list.
I shared a 12x12 dorm room with her, for reference.
She would free bleed and leave trails of her period blood from our room to the bathroom and not clean it up.
She would leave crusty underwear on the floor on my side of the room, next to my bed, while at the same time she insisted we divide the room with tape, and freaked out if anything of mine crossed that border for 2 seconds.
She was 18 and had a creepy 31 year old fiance she had been with for six years (you can do the math) that stayed over every weekend, and watched her asleep over Skype every week night, with me in view of the camera.
She smelled so bad that other students in our hall started making complaints about the stench coming from our room.
The first thing she said to me when I met her was, "I'm bi, but you need to know that I don't find you attractive." As if I was going to be disappointed by that news.
She had a bunch of plants in the room that I was allergic to that were making me miserable, and she refused to get rid of them.
I also used to have a roommate who did meth in our basement and stole a bunch of my money, that was also pretty sh**ty.
I lost the random roommate lottery freshman year of college. She was a foreign exchange student from China, and we had NOTHING even remotely in common. Here's a list of my favorite things she did to me.
•She would wash her clothes in the sink, not the washing machine downstairs. She would hang the clothes up to dry, even on my side of the room. I finally convinced her that she couldn't hang her wet clothes on my TV. I came home one afternoon and she had hung a wet dress over my closet door. It was soaking, and had ruined all my pictures from home. She came back to me crying on the floor and she patted my shoulder and said "it OK. It only photos."
•She liked the room hot. Not warm, HOT. She would turn the thermostat up to 85°. I tried to talk to her over and over about a compromise, but finally I got fed up. I ended up opening the window when it was 15° outside. We both got sick as s**t, but at least I wasn't so f*****g hot.
•She told me I had to take my room decorations down. The bedroom should be a peaceful place and my pictures of home were too busy.
•She hated my boyfriend. He would come over, and we'd sit on my bed and play Xbox. When she would come back from class and see him there, she'd take all her clothes off, turn the lights off, and go to bed. Didn't matter if it was 3pm or 9pm.
•Instead of talking to me about my boyfriend, she told the RA I was bullying her.
•She would blow dry her hair while I was doing homework. In the room. Using the plug next to me.
•She refused to take medicine for things. I get that it was her culture, but she would lie on the bed and scream (literally) from menstrual cramps. Didn't matter if it was 4 am the night before finals. She was screaming and chewing on a ginger root.
Sorry for the wall of text. She was evil.
As a Chinese guy (not China native but of Chinese descent), I apologize on her behalf. There are some things there that we are guilty of, but not most of it. That China girl just gave us all a damn bad name...
One of my roommates in College:
Insulted me daily, threw stuff at me from across the room, wrote mildly insulting music regarding me and sang it poorly.
The worst however was borderline stalking behavior. I went to the library, so did he. If I left for somewhere when he wasn't in the room for whatever reason he would hunt me down, he was scary good at figuring out where I was going. I became better at hiding where I was going. I left town for a day in the middle of the week. From what I heard he spent hours going to all my usual spots.
Oddest behavior was when he made an account on an MMO I played just to follow me around and spam insults in chat. 4 accounts of his got banned before he gave up.
He eventually dropped a lot of the behavior when he somehow landed a girlfriend. I was about a day away from going to the room advisory office and demanding one of us be moved to a different room or killing him and hiding the body.
I had a roommate who decided it was ok to use my towel to dry off after a shower and continued to do so even after I asked him to stop. He also used my washcloth. The funny thing was I had 2 washcloths I used, one for a good smelling body wash and the other I used exclusively for my ass, which I used regular bar soap on. The body wash made the other cloth look gray and the ass cloth was nice and white, despite the fact I hadn't washed it in months. Guess which one he was using?
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I had a roommate who tried to kill me with an ax. Does that count? I was wearing my shoes in the house.
I went to NYU and found an apt with 3 other girls. We didn't really know each other but we were all starting school at the same time and we answered the ad. 1 girl was a furry and I walked in on her and her boyfriend having sex on the living room couch in costume once, and again on the floor another time. Like...why does this have to be here? You have a room! I came home at the same time every day; it wasn't like they didn't know I was going to be there. The girl who's apartment it was was fairly normal but I didn't see her often. Now the 3rd girl--- she was a cutter and used to film it on facebook for views. One day she cut herself too deep and I came home and found her on the floor, blood everywhere. She passed out and I had to call an ambulance. It was a nightmare living there with these crazy people. I had to stay for 2 years until I could save up to get my own apt.
Living with family members as I have my whole life can be bad enough, but an unrelated roommate sounds like a whole new level of hell.
my literal roommate (her bed was on the other wall) played either "Blue" By Eiffel 65 (yeah that seriously annoying song) or Date R@pe by Sublime every single morning. on repeat. loudly. for at least half an hour. thought I was gonna end up with an Article 15 dealing with her (these are symptoms of much deeper issues I had with her and the concepts of "shared spaces"
I was lucky enough to have decent roommates while I was in. Only two were annoying, one was moved to a different room because of our conflicting schedules and the other married her way out of the barracks.
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When I was in college, I briefly lived in student housing where I had 3 random roommates each with our own bedroom but shared common spaces. I once went home for the weekend (4 hour drive) and left my boyfriend in town since his buddy was coming to visit. We did not live together, mind you. When I returned back to college, I found that my boyfriend had been violently assaulted and the common spaces in the apartment destroyed. The kicker was one of the roommates was livid, yelling at me saying that I had to pay to get the carpet cleaned. I was like what in the hell? I didn't know what happened but I think Boyfriend and his friend show up to my place when I'm not there for some reason. Roommate A is having a party with friends and let him in. Things get crazy and they beat the s**t out of him. Roommate B is later told the mess in the apartment is from my bf instead of their party. The whole situation was insane. I roomed with all new people the next semester.
I was in college renting a house and needed a roommate for a spare bedroom. In one of my classes in walks the Captain of my school football team. The one everyone adored. He sees me and comes over to chat. I really didn't know him that well. Told me his parents kicked him out at 18 and refused to support him in any way. He had no place to stay. I offered my house. He stole my stuff when I wasn't home and sold it. Had a nacho fight in my den while I was at work on shag carpet. It was every where. In the class he sat behind me and insisted he copy my tests while I took them. I got up and moved across the room. Insisted he move out. Stole more stuff when he moved including my tv.
I had a house mate who would handle raw chicken, then walk around touching things in the kitchen without washing her hands - the fridge, the kettle, utensils etc. I used to run around after she'd finished with disinfectant spray. She always seemed to have a bad stomach, funny that. I was going to confront her, but she gave 3 weeks notice that she's was leaving as she'd failed her course of study. So I just waited it out. On the bright side, it gave me the push I needed to look into buying my first home.
My first roommate was someone who rarely went out of his room, had only one can of sardines in the fridge (for quite a long time), and was just standing in the hall when I got home, staring at me. Nearly jumped out of my skin. And then he suddenly vanished. Second was a control freak who judged everything I did, while not being ideal herself, and never got out of reasons to complain about petty things. My current roommate is the opposite, she's quite nice but extremely messy; leaves rotten food, rarely did the dishes, and left bloody bandages everywhere in the bathroom until I complained to one of our supervisors. I have trouble confronting her or even talking to her because I don't want to become like my second roommate, which I still hate with a burning passion. Oh, and two of the three suddenly brought their own fridge without asking
We had mice, so one took a cat. Cat caught a mouse, was playing with it first, they all sat around him, cheering, watching how he'd slowly kill the mouse. Then I came downstairs, picked the cat up and locked him in my room. One guy was furious. Open the door! Nope. First they used poison. Didn't work, because I replaced it w rabbit food at night and painted it blue. They never found out. I must have been their worst roommate ever, but the mouse must have been very happy with me.
I had a roommate who tried to kill me with an ax. Does that count? I was wearing my shoes in the house.
I went to NYU and found an apt with 3 other girls. We didn't really know each other but we were all starting school at the same time and we answered the ad. 1 girl was a furry and I walked in on her and her boyfriend having sex on the living room couch in costume once, and again on the floor another time. Like...why does this have to be here? You have a room! I came home at the same time every day; it wasn't like they didn't know I was going to be there. The girl who's apartment it was was fairly normal but I didn't see her often. Now the 3rd girl--- she was a cutter and used to film it on facebook for views. One day she cut herself too deep and I came home and found her on the floor, blood everywhere. She passed out and I had to call an ambulance. It was a nightmare living there with these crazy people. I had to stay for 2 years until I could save up to get my own apt.
Living with family members as I have my whole life can be bad enough, but an unrelated roommate sounds like a whole new level of hell.
my literal roommate (her bed was on the other wall) played either "Blue" By Eiffel 65 (yeah that seriously annoying song) or Date R@pe by Sublime every single morning. on repeat. loudly. for at least half an hour. thought I was gonna end up with an Article 15 dealing with her (these are symptoms of much deeper issues I had with her and the concepts of "shared spaces"
I was lucky enough to have decent roommates while I was in. Only two were annoying, one was moved to a different room because of our conflicting schedules and the other married her way out of the barracks.
Load More Replies... When I was in college, I briefly lived in student housing where I had 3 random roommates each with our own bedroom but shared common spaces. I once went home for the weekend (4 hour drive) and left my boyfriend in town since his buddy was coming to visit. We did not live together, mind you. When I returned back to college, I found that my boyfriend had been violently assaulted and the common spaces in the apartment destroyed. The kicker was one of the roommates was livid, yelling at me saying that I had to pay to get the carpet cleaned. I was like what in the hell? I didn't know what happened but I think Boyfriend and his friend show up to my place when I'm not there for some reason. Roommate A is having a party with friends and let him in. Things get crazy and they beat the s**t out of him. Roommate B is later told the mess in the apartment is from my bf instead of their party. The whole situation was insane. I roomed with all new people the next semester.
I was in college renting a house and needed a roommate for a spare bedroom. In one of my classes in walks the Captain of my school football team. The one everyone adored. He sees me and comes over to chat. I really didn't know him that well. Told me his parents kicked him out at 18 and refused to support him in any way. He had no place to stay. I offered my house. He stole my stuff when I wasn't home and sold it. Had a nacho fight in my den while I was at work on shag carpet. It was every where. In the class he sat behind me and insisted he copy my tests while I took them. I got up and moved across the room. Insisted he move out. Stole more stuff when he moved including my tv.
I had a house mate who would handle raw chicken, then walk around touching things in the kitchen without washing her hands - the fridge, the kettle, utensils etc. I used to run around after she'd finished with disinfectant spray. She always seemed to have a bad stomach, funny that. I was going to confront her, but she gave 3 weeks notice that she's was leaving as she'd failed her course of study. So I just waited it out. On the bright side, it gave me the push I needed to look into buying my first home.
My first roommate was someone who rarely went out of his room, had only one can of sardines in the fridge (for quite a long time), and was just standing in the hall when I got home, staring at me. Nearly jumped out of my skin. And then he suddenly vanished. Second was a control freak who judged everything I did, while not being ideal herself, and never got out of reasons to complain about petty things. My current roommate is the opposite, she's quite nice but extremely messy; leaves rotten food, rarely did the dishes, and left bloody bandages everywhere in the bathroom until I complained to one of our supervisors. I have trouble confronting her or even talking to her because I don't want to become like my second roommate, which I still hate with a burning passion. Oh, and two of the three suddenly brought their own fridge without asking
We had mice, so one took a cat. Cat caught a mouse, was playing with it first, they all sat around him, cheering, watching how he'd slowly kill the mouse. Then I came downstairs, picked the cat up and locked him in my room. One guy was furious. Open the door! Nope. First they used poison. Didn't work, because I replaced it w rabbit food at night and painted it blue. They never found out. I must have been their worst roommate ever, but the mouse must have been very happy with me.
