Hey, hope everyone is enjoying the quarantine as much as I am
bored enough to write another article for this blog!
Alright, enough boring grammar and torture, you
probably want to know about adventures, drama, and funny things. Well, this article will have all that! Oh, boy!
Disclaimer: I try to live my life as honestly as I can and I normally avoid making mean comments about people, no matter what they have done to me or others. But some people are really beyond salvation and I will be writing facts, not my opinions about someone, and if anyone asks, I am just writing fiction.
So now that I made a few statements about my good character, we are free to insult, embarrass, and humiliate whomever we want to. Let's begin!
Who was this Guy?
I didn't say it was guy. How did you find out? Shit, I'm bad at keeping secrets.
Anyway, I won't give details about his name or how this person looked like, I will just refer to him as "he" (or him) and that is only because obviously the dormitory did not allow men and women to share rooms.
It was a roommate,
duh, I had while living in Belgorod. Our time as roommies was quite short, only a month, thank the almighty God, but we had known each other for longer than that. In fact, we arrived in the city together, and we were both learning Russian in the same class at the university as well.
Have you ever had a feeling that something about a person is just not right, no matter how nice this person behaves in front of you? I am sure you did. From the very beginning I had this same feeling, but I have this tendency to believe that most people I have contact with are "normal"
or at least not a disturbed maniac.
We had a free space in our dormitory "apartment" (it was like a kitchen, two bedrooms for 3 people each, and a bathroom) and this person asked to live with us because housing conditions in his then current room were substandard, mildly put.
There was a bedbug infestation and his roommates were the dirtiest people I have ever seen.
So after he moved in, what went wrong?
In the first week or so everything was alright, apart from a few technical difficulties like his refusal to pay for a part of the fridge and washing machine we had bought with our own money. I can totally understand how someone can live without a washing machine, but without a fridge? That person was definitely not Macgyver. I was surprised that we actually had to sit down with him and the other roommates to convince him he would need a fridge to survive. He only accepted after we made a discount for him.
That won't be the last time we'll talk about this fridge, believe me. A week later we faced a different problem. He had refused to pay for the washing machine and decided to wash his clothes by hand, but it turns out this is quite a time-demanding activity, so he started to simply accumulate dirty clothes in the room. At one point they got so dirty and smelly that the whole room caught this dumpster-like smell which I obviously hated for obviously obvious reasons.
|Random internet meme is incredibly accurate. Thanks, internet! |
So we started opening windows in a more-or-less passive-aggressive way of solving the problem, since asking him to actually fucking wash his clothes seemed to be too much of a request for Her Imperial Majesty, King of the Dumpster. And this guy didn't like open windows for whatever stupid reason (Maybe he enjoyed the fragrance of old sweaty dirty clothes?), so he began to act really aggressive towards our habit of keeping windows open, but we continued anyway, because the alternative would be to suffocate.
Okay, can things get any weirder?
Then at one point he decided that we were not supposed to keep any lights on in the bedroom after 23h, not even our bed or desk lamps. We, of course, protested, and he didn't like that, and a few days later somehow the light bulb in my desk lamp stopped working, then the same happened to my bed lamp, then the other lamps in the room, until only his bed lamp was left working properly. Of course, this might be pure coincidence, it's not light there is an easy and quick way of breaking a filament in a light bulb,
like shaking it hard when the filament is hot.
And then of course we went to buy new, more resistant light bulbs, which he refused to help to pay for, because "He doesn't use them". Ok, I confess I asked him to help pay for the light bulbs just to tease him.
|Another incredibly accurate meme! Wow!|
And then he called some friends to beat me up, but I'll leave this for the next episode.
See you next week if I don't give up on this blog again!