I don't need this shit. Roommate 1: In her 40s. Has 3 cats, two are super cool, one is horrible and I spent a half hour this morning trying to coax it out of my room. Quit her job a couple weeks ago. A family member is moving in. Neither of them have their shit together. Oh and she baby talks her cats all the fucking time. Made a big deal out of making space and consolidating things when I first moved in, yet leaves her shit everywhere. Guess I know what that was about now. Roommate 2: Extremely passive aggressive. Loud. Generally an unpleasant person. Which is weird because I met em both through running and they're fine in those groups but, I'm moving out sooner rather than later. Make enough money to not have to deal with this kind of shit.
I've thought about this quote like six times since I first read it Wednesday. Life is short. Spend it involved in the never ending and often thankless toil for improving the lot of fellow humans? Or noping the fuck out and squeezing life's lemons? That's a false dichotomy, but it predicts a lot of human behavior.
Get out! One small regret that I have is that I have never lived alone. I have always had roommates, or a spouse. It would have been nice to have had a year or two in there with just me.
I was living alone prior to this. It was awesome. I would like to return to living alone.
Insufferable! I've lived with people like that before. The worst thing is that sometimes they'll actually end up using the baby-talk voice on you.Oh and she baby talks her cats all the fucking time.