cassandragemini
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haha god, good thread! that flatmate of yours sounds like one of my old flatmates footsy. this guy lived downstairs in the 'dungeon' in the converted warehouse i used to live in, his room had no windows, no ventilation and because the toilet was upstairs which was a 30 second walk away he would piss into 2ltr coke bottles (or whatever was around, i saw one of my girlfriends nice wine glasses and a cereal bowl full of piss down there once) and leave them in stacks for literally months until the piss would go red which i didnt even know was possible. i found a futon in hard rubbish and bought it home for an outside couch and he claimed it and slept on bare with a bare doona and bare pillows for about 3 months until my girlfriend bought him sheets as 'present'. he used them which was great but didnt clean them in the 2 years he lived there.
he also refused to wash his clothes, he actually came clean to me once when drunk and said for the whole of 2009 he cleaned his clothes no more than 5 times, he would buy a big bag of socks and wear them until his feet would tear through them when he tried to put them on because the scum from his foot sweat would degrade the material. he would also lay his clothes out on the floor to 'air' and when he had decided they had become too dirty he would throw them into the dirty clothes pile which no kidding turned into a pile higher than my waist and twice as wide and it stunk of death. i swear there were mice living in it.
he also admitted to neve washing with soap, he said he thought it was bad for your skin so just sprayed himself down with water, in winter he would shower no more than 3 times a week, in summer a little more. my flatmates and i were unsure of how to go about telling him to clean up, he was pretty deluded and had some warped ideas on human hygiene so trying to bridge that gap was pretty much impossible, we started out by putting soap and shampoo in the shower for him but that didnt work, the only he used was the conditioner which he used as shaving foam haha. then because i was the only other guy in the house i had to 'have the talk' which didnt go well, he was obviously offended and got defensive and his drinking got worse (he was a borderline alcoholic with anxiety issues, reclusive and shy when sober and really loose and silly when drunk) and he avoided coming upstairs for as long as he could. he did get a bit better over time but it was really fucking taxing, by the end we were so tired of it that being courteous was almost out the question, i used to throw his dirty soup dishes (he had soup for almost every meal) that he would pile around his scummy recliner (honestly the chair was so revolting, it stunk and the fabric was discoloured and actually crispy from his dirty back sweat, you could hear it crack as his sat down on it) onto his bed, food and all. its sounds nasty and i do kind of regret doing it but the guy was so bad nothing else worked, we tried everthing, before that i used drop the dirty clothes he would leave in a filthy pile in the corner of the lounge down the stairs and stack his dishes as obviously as i could in the very middle of the lounge so there was no way he could miss them but he would just ignore them and watch tv.
goodluck footsy, i think you may have to be upfront with the guy, 6 months from now you will be sick of it and you'll alomst certainly be upfront with him by then, you might as well get it over with. its kind of either that or seeth until you or he moves, or until you explode. or you could hatch one of those evil plans that flatmates pull on the one they want to move out, they never go well. keep us posted anyway, i love hearing stories about weird flatmates, theyre better and have more depth to their weirdness than any character on any comedy show, plus theyre real so its all the more exciting!
he also refused to wash his clothes, he actually came clean to me once when drunk and said for the whole of 2009 he cleaned his clothes no more than 5 times, he would buy a big bag of socks and wear them until his feet would tear through them when he tried to put them on because the scum from his foot sweat would degrade the material. he would also lay his clothes out on the floor to 'air' and when he had decided they had become too dirty he would throw them into the dirty clothes pile which no kidding turned into a pile higher than my waist and twice as wide and it stunk of death. i swear there were mice living in it.
he also admitted to neve washing with soap, he said he thought it was bad for your skin so just sprayed himself down with water, in winter he would shower no more than 3 times a week, in summer a little more. my flatmates and i were unsure of how to go about telling him to clean up, he was pretty deluded and had some warped ideas on human hygiene so trying to bridge that gap was pretty much impossible, we started out by putting soap and shampoo in the shower for him but that didnt work, the only he used was the conditioner which he used as shaving foam haha. then because i was the only other guy in the house i had to 'have the talk' which didnt go well, he was obviously offended and got defensive and his drinking got worse (he was a borderline alcoholic with anxiety issues, reclusive and shy when sober and really loose and silly when drunk) and he avoided coming upstairs for as long as he could. he did get a bit better over time but it was really fucking taxing, by the end we were so tired of it that being courteous was almost out the question, i used to throw his dirty soup dishes (he had soup for almost every meal) that he would pile around his scummy recliner (honestly the chair was so revolting, it stunk and the fabric was discoloured and actually crispy from his dirty back sweat, you could hear it crack as his sat down on it) onto his bed, food and all. its sounds nasty and i do kind of regret doing it but the guy was so bad nothing else worked, we tried everthing, before that i used drop the dirty clothes he would leave in a filthy pile in the corner of the lounge down the stairs and stack his dishes as obviously as i could in the very middle of the lounge so there was no way he could miss them but he would just ignore them and watch tv.
goodluck footsy, i think you may have to be upfront with the guy, 6 months from now you will be sick of it and you'll alomst certainly be upfront with him by then, you might as well get it over with. its kind of either that or seeth until you or he moves, or until you explode. or you could hatch one of those evil plans that flatmates pull on the one they want to move out, they never go well. keep us posted anyway, i love hearing stories about weird flatmates, theyre better and have more depth to their weirdness than any character on any comedy show, plus theyre real so its all the more exciting!
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