Who here has a roomate that you can not stand?

Question

I can not stand my roomate, and he also works with me, it sucks. Please share your story.

Answer 1

I had my share in college. I went through 5 roomies in 2 years. (Although, as I get older, I'm wondering if I wasn't the problem!)

I had one that would stand over my shoulder when I was on the computer. She also re-arranged the dorm room when I was at home one weekend, cramming my desk into an impossibly small space! She would use Glade Plug-ins, which are EXTREMELY overpowering in a little 10X14 space. She over enunciated everything because she thought it made her seem superior to others. She would cry about her boyfriend who was in college in a different state, yet would have guys coming over all the time. She would sing all the time and say that she had a better voice than Mariah Carey (whatever!!) but would fuss at my friends (who were music majors) if they sang in the room. Here name was Tara and secretly, we called her Tulsa Rat because that's Tara Slut spelled backwards, lol.

Then another thought she was my mother and would often tell me how to dress, when to go to bed, how to act, who to hang out with. She would always keep the blinds closed or if they were open, when she came in the room she would close them. Except for the one single day at the end of the semester when I woke up with a hangover, then she yanked those suckers wide open! She had this peach body spray, and I guess she thought because she had a large body, she needed a lot of it because she would spray it about 20 times all over herself. And that wasn't enough, every time she came back into the room , she refreshed the spray. To this day, the smell of fake peach flavored stuff makes me gag.

Then there was the roommate who knew everyone famous. Mention anything about anything and she knew someone who was involved in it.

Man, I could write a book. . .

Answer 2

I had a roommate in the past that I could not stand. Here is the story:

It was my first year at college, and I was a freshman. They say the first person you meet and become friends with is your roommate, then you make new friends together. Well, my freshman year was a lonely disaster.

Well, it all began when I called him during the summer to talk for the first time. He had a funny-sounding voice, and said he enjoyed "reading science and math books for fun." He also told me that he played the tuba and the cello. Being an engineering major, I was surprised they had put me with a music major. Well, the conversation ended when he said he had to go because he was cleaning his room... Apparently that was more important than talking to your new roommate.

So, move-in time comes. He had already moved in because he was in the band, and they moved in early. So, the school had this Freshman First Night thing when you go to the central area of campus and meet new people. He and I went together, and after 5 minutes, he wanted to go back to the room. I reluctantly followed, but ended up leaving him in the room to go back. During the school year, he always wanted the door to our room shut. He was so antisocial!

There are multiple incidents that happened over the year that added to my misery of rooming with him, besides the fact that we never talked and he left his dirty laundry all over the floor...

Incident 1: He had a little trash can, and mine was about 3 times the size. One day, I go to throw something away, and he had dumped his trash can into mine! Hell no, he's not making me take out his trash... I threw his trash into his side of the closet, where it remained for months.

Incident 2: As I tried to sleep, I began hearing huffing and puffing sounds from him at his computer. I didn't want to look, out of fear that he was doing something inappropriate/nasty. But, after a few minutes, I had to see what he was doing... He was waving his hands around, composing music that he was listening to! He did this almost every night, all year... A few times, it included singing... but I had to tell him to stop the singing because I was trying to sleep.

Incident 3: I set my alarm clock for 7am so I could take a shower and be to class for 8am. The first week, all went well. The Monday of the second week, he sets his alarm clock for 6:58am so he can beat me to the shower! And to boot, he takes 30-45 minute showers! Needless to say, I wasn't able to take a shower in the mornings anymore...

Incident 4: One night, he comes back to the room at 1am with some girl. Sure enough, they hop into bed together. Soon, I begin hearing things like slurping and conversation like: "You taste different than I do." and "You taste good." Awful night... I sent him an IM the next day when he was gone and told him not to put me in that situation ever again.

There were many other things that happened, but those were the ones that stick out in my mind. Awful experience.

Answer 3

I was placed with a roommate who came from the stereotypical "redneck" family. They were very racist, and me being bi-racial and in a bi-racial relationship, it was annoying hearing their comments.

While in college, at the school, my roommate tried her best to get away from the grips of her racist family. I didn't realize they were racist until I went to visit her hometown with her for a whole weekend! At the dinner table, her mother's bf told me it wasn't my fault for being born, and that I just didn't choose this way of life. I was clueless and decided to ask what he meant. He explained to me that it was wrong for people of two different races to marry and have children.

My comment was, "Well, I am a devil spawn, but I'm proud of it. I see no color in relationships, and I'm having a great time dating that hot black guy who lives in the dorms with me." (I am half Korean, and half everything else). The comment really shut him up for about 5 minutes.

While in the dorms, she always had to know where I had been (I had class till 10 pm, and would meet with my group until 11 pm, and be home by 11:15 and she was aware of this). She had to know who I was dating, and why I was with someone who was darker than me. I was constantly grilled. I generally replied with smart a$$ remarks.

Thankfully, over the years I got rid of her - as a friend and as a roommate. I explained to her (kindly) that I cannot have that negativity in my life by choice. I told her that I need a supporty system who loves me and supports me for what I do, not for the color of my skin (or the color of my bf's skin).

All in all, I will be very picky about my roommates, if I have one again. And I feel for the person who does have a bad roommate, no matter what the "bad" part includes.

Answer 4

Roommates are so hard to have.I'm glad i never had to have one.Either they are not neat enough or just dirty.Or they don't want to share the bills as much as you would like.

Answer 5

I had one once. He was a fat pig with the coarsest possible comment always at the ready for any sitatuion.

I left.

Answer 6

That would be like trying to work with your husband. You are just together too much.

Answer 7

used to what you mean share story you didnt share yours unless that was it