- Feb 12, 2005
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Well, I thought that having two very Christian roommates would help in my walk with the Lord. In a sense it has, but definitely not in the way I had imagined. One roommate considers himself a pastor at a church, and the other is a pentacostal. There have been problems from the start, from how messy they are, to being inconsiderate of those around them. It has been an embarassment for quite a while for me to bring my friends around. They left food around, and their clothes everywhere. The place smelled horrible!
One of my roommates, Dave, became very rude and would make inappropriate comments to me that made me very mad at times. He made comments asking what type of household did I grow up in, to telling me that I will see my grandparents when I go home for Christmas, because I was very short on time. He also made comments about how I should feel ashamed because I was complaining about having to go home for a few days. These hurtful comments made me mad, but I would let them slide, because I didn't want to make our living environment unbearable.
When this semester came, I was basically just going to fend for myself, clean up my own messes and not deal with my roommates at all. The other night after a long busy day at work, I came to my dorm to find my toothpaste in the trash and my toothbrush laying on the sink dirty. I asked my roommate what had happened, and he told me he had cleaned the bathroom with it because he didn't know it was mine. I have an online journal, and I wrote about how I was irritated. A friend of mine called him a jerk, and supposedly got into a fight online with him. When I saw he was talking to her, I asked him about it... man was that a mistake. The hatred that came out in what he was yelling was ridiculous. He calls himself a Christian and yet, sat there trying to defame my character. Making up lies and painting me as some alcoholic, when I rarely ever drink. I feared for my safety, and wouldn't put it past him to have thrown a book at me or come at me in some way. I work in a detention center and have seen many people on drugs, I thought from my experience that he had to be high on something. I hadn't seen a temper like that since I moved out and far away from home.
I think it is pretty sad that I had to make the decision this week to move out months before my lease was up. I can afford it, so I went with it. I moved today to a one bedroom apartment off campus. Housing at my school would have taken at least a month to get me moved to another room, so I took it upon myself to do it quicker.
One of my roommates, Dave, became very rude and would make inappropriate comments to me that made me very mad at times. He made comments asking what type of household did I grow up in, to telling me that I will see my grandparents when I go home for Christmas, because I was very short on time. He also made comments about how I should feel ashamed because I was complaining about having to go home for a few days. These hurtful comments made me mad, but I would let them slide, because I didn't want to make our living environment unbearable.
When this semester came, I was basically just going to fend for myself, clean up my own messes and not deal with my roommates at all. The other night after a long busy day at work, I came to my dorm to find my toothpaste in the trash and my toothbrush laying on the sink dirty. I asked my roommate what had happened, and he told me he had cleaned the bathroom with it because he didn't know it was mine. I have an online journal, and I wrote about how I was irritated. A friend of mine called him a jerk, and supposedly got into a fight online with him. When I saw he was talking to her, I asked him about it... man was that a mistake. The hatred that came out in what he was yelling was ridiculous. He calls himself a Christian and yet, sat there trying to defame my character. Making up lies and painting me as some alcoholic, when I rarely ever drink. I feared for my safety, and wouldn't put it past him to have thrown a book at me or come at me in some way. I work in a detention center and have seen many people on drugs, I thought from my experience that he had to be high on something. I hadn't seen a temper like that since I moved out and far away from home.
I think it is pretty sad that I had to make the decision this week to move out months before my lease was up. I can afford it, so I went with it. I moved today to a one bedroom apartment off campus. Housing at my school would have taken at least a month to get me moved to another room, so I took it upon myself to do it quicker.