My roommate. We have common areas in the apartment and the living room is one of them. I wanted it to be as normal as possible. For the first three months he was here he kept several boxes of junk in there. I finally said something and he moved them to the storage space where they belonged.
I didn’t want to be too strict (on the advice of someone on this site) so when I relaxed he put stuff in the living room again. He got back from a trip about a month ago. While he was gone one of the living room plants died so I pulled it out by the roots and set the pot discreetly under a table until I bought a new plant and transplanted it into the pot.
Well, we were talking two nights ago and he complained about the pot. I admit I’ve been lazy about going to the nursery and getting a new plant; I’m planning on going tomorrow.
But he has nerve though. Here’s a list of what he keeps in the living room: a crock pot, a foot washer/basin, a pedal exercise machine, a toaster, laundry detergent, a big bottle of vinegar, several paper bags of fresh vegetables and a bag of some junk and a box of his canned health drinks! He’s not planning on moving any of that stuff (until I confront him tonight) but he has the nerve to complain about one small pot under an end table! It’s ridiculous and hard to believe. The guy is clueless.
Sounds like my mom, honestly. She does crap like that all the time. For example, if she takes a nap during the day, she expects complete silence. Dog can’t bark, she has complained that I walk too loud, type too loud, dad playing solitaire 3 rooms away is too loud, cant wash dishes, bird cant chirp, etc etc.
But If I take a nap she is slamming doors, screaming to people 3 rooms away, asking my dad to vacuum, etc etc.
The hypocracy is amazing. She is like that on a lot of things but thats one example.
I’ve come across stuff like this. Or people who will point out something small you did when they have a gaping hole in their face so to speak. Priorities I guess. Maybe he prioritizes a plant over a bunch of ■■■■ scattered around idk doesn’t make sense to me.
If i fart or burp my Mom throws a fit and says its not funny/ being crude and immature but then she will let rip the nastiest smelliest farts and start laughing
I could give endless examples of similar hypocracy :
Heres another one. She constantly reminding me to wash my hands for a solid 30 seconds before dishing up food when we eat, or pour potato chips instead of reaching in the bag. She is a complete and total germaphobe. and then I will watch her grossly picking at her teeth and then go dish up stuff and then she’s offended I dont want to eat stuff shes touched.
