Roommate horror story that planted the idea of car living in my head
A year ago, I was in this run down shitty apartment that seemed miserable and a nightmare to live in, but I HAD to have a place to crash in and it was a month to month lease and it only cost 400$/month. I was like, this is fine, I’ll just deal with it while I take care of other business that I had at the time and eventually move out. There was a TERRIBLE roommate that was living there. She was in her 50s or late 40s, smelled like absolute dogshit, used the living room as her make-shift office and basically prevented everyone else from using that shared space while paying the same monthly rent payment as everyone else. She was extremely mentally ill and had mental breakdowns and outbursts that were straight up just unsettling. I was able to deal with that for a few months, especially given the fact that I’d try to come in as late as possible to avoid seeing her altogether.
Fast forward a few months, a new roommate comes in. He’s my age, just got out of college and is homosexual. I think “Cool, someone my age and seemingly aligns with my political views, we’d prolly make good friends”. And so, me and him do become somewhat of friends and we’d hang out here and there and just talk about random bullshit, with him doing most of the talking and me doing most of the listening. I respected that he is gay and even put up with him screaming about his stories of getting ass-fucked by other dudes and a one-off instance where he brought someone to his room and there was some…moaning and rummaging late at night. I also put up with him blasting his video games late at night before it eventually became too much and I had to report it to the landlord since he would straight up not respect my wishes and maybe that’s because he saw me as someone equal to him in terms of authority so he didn’t feel the need to be compliant in that aspect. This is just my interpretation of his beliefs based off my interaction with him, and me reporting him to the landlord was the only way for me to get him to stop.
Anyway, we are big chilling one day and suddenly, out of nowhere, he sends me the text you see in the screenshot. Mind you, this guy KNOWS that I’m fully heterosexual, since I told him both directly and he has eavesdropped on me speaking with women and I made it crystal clear to him that I’m heterosexual (although without coming off as pushy and bringing it up every opportunity, it was only brought up when the interaction REALLY built up to it. I was cautious in this aspect because I didn’t wanna offend him).
After receiving that text…I was sitting in my room like “I wish I was sleeping in a van in the woods away from everyone” and that’s when the seed was planted and I have been fantasizing about van life ever since. Obviously that has yet to come to fruition, but that same night I ended up moving to another room that cost me 200$ more, but it was far more spacious and I didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness and sheer discomfort of looking at his face after he just asked me such a thing. Although…that new room would also end up being a maximum security prison cell but that’s a story for another day.
I’m not sure what his plan was. Maybe he was so dang sure I’d say yes that he thought there was no risk of rejection? Maybe he was drunk/high? Maybe he was planning to just act as if the interaction didn’t happen and just go on to see me on a daily basis from there on out? Or maybe he’s just an idiot who impulsively tries to get his sexual desires fulfilled with little to no regards for the consequences.
Rant is over, but this month will be my last living in a room with anyone else after a long and excruciating 6 years of having to deal with nightmare roommates. It’ll either be van life for me next month, or a new studio apartment. Hopefully it’s the former since I can’t afford the latter.