One of my roommates (we'll call him Jerry) bothers the shit out of me. Let me explain how:
- He shouts. All. The. Time. He shouts at me, he shouts at his dog, he shouts at other roommates (letting me listen in on otherwise private conversations), he shouts at the TV, he's always shouting at something or someone and I can't fucking stand it. It's not even mean shouting, it's stuff like "OH THIS IS SUCH A GREAT EPISODE OF STAR TREK I JUST LOVE STAR TREK THIS IS SO NICE HEY WHY ARE YOU LEAVING"
- He doesn't understand that sometimes I don't want to talk to him/be around him and that's okay. It doesn't mean I'm an asshole or that I want him to die in a hole, it means I don't want to talk to him because it's emotionally exhausting and I'm emotionally exhausted. I'm not avoiding/ignoring him because I don't like him, I'm doing it because I'm tired. I dislike him because he's convinced everything I do has something to do with him (and because he's consistently obnoxious).
- He touches me. Not in a sexual or creepy way, just an uncomfortable way.
- He repeats himself incessantly and forces others to do the same.
- His clothes are about ten years old and always look/smell dirty. They're also full of holes and grease, and it's just nasty.
- When he found out that I was stressed after having sex with someone, he shouted at me that if I'd "kept [my] damn knees shut" I wouldn't have this problem.
- He wears Crocs and thinks the Star Wars prequels were good movies.
- He fucking BLASTS country/soft rock loud enough that, just in the time I've lived there, we've had thirty-five noise complaints.
And there's more, but I've got shit to do.