Dogs

So I'm leaving that house I moved into a few months ago in like a week. And I just realized I never blogged about my frustration with the place. So... here it goes!

To start off. The mess. My roommates are slobs. I wouldn't be surprised if they actually tried to make as much mess as physically possible in a day. They clean the house for parties, and then have the party, and leave the mess until the next party. The dog pees on the kitchen floor and it can be just... sitting there for up to three days. Until it's just a yellow dry patch. If the dog poops in the kitchen she'll pick the poop up, but won't clean the area. Luckily the dog only does it's business in the kitchen. Unlucky the dogs owner can't train her because she got the dog high when she was a puppy and the owner herself doesn't know the first thing about training an animal. There's always a ton of stuff chewed up over the carpet. Including the carpet itself. All their nice stuff gets chewed on by the dog. But, they still leave their nice stuff in the room.... There's always a giant mass of hair in the bathtub drain. And EVERY time I get in the shower there's random hair strands plastered all over the walls. I've checked their shampoo's instructions, on the off chance they say, "Lather, rinse, bang head against the wall repeatedly." They don't. I wipe down the shower before I get in every time. The worst part of all of this is they expect us to split the chores 3 even ways. Like it's 1/3 my retarded dog. Like it's 1/3 my drunken moron party. Like 1/3 the things in the house are mine. --NONE of my belongings are outside my room, or my bathroom cabinet-- I can't trust their friends, or even them, not to steal stuff. One of my roommates got arrested for shoplifting a few weeks ago. Why would I not have a lock on my door? Why would I keep ANYTHING nice of my out from behind closed, locked doors?

It's not just the mess... Oh no. They have these freaking stupid people over. People who breath more pot smoke than they breath air. People that come from jail, to our couch. Gang members. Drug dealers. Can you say "White Trash?" And they legitimately, honestly believe there's nothing wrong with these people. Well, how could they see it? They're one of them.

"I could stop whenever I want."
Right...

And why can't either of them have a real relationship with a guy? They're not the dating type of girls. They're the girls guys just fuck. And they're okay with it. I've NEVER heard them use another word other than "fucking." I don't understand how sex can mean nothing. What about trust? A connection? Love? lol yeah right. And who would want to be in a relationship with a girl who likes getting blacked out drunk at a party full of guys? They're just two perma-fried girls with loose morals and disintegrating brains.


"It takes spoon-fulls from your brain! Haha!"
Funny...

"It's okay. You don't need ALL the spoon-fulls in yoru brain."
The spoon-full that controls common knowledge and judgement has clearly been dissolved.

The worst part about all of this is I love these two. I truly cared about them. I've known one for 18 years. And the other for 5. They were both two of my closest best friends in high school. I wanted to be around in case they needed anything. But I can't put myself in that position anymore. I'm sick of being ignored. I'm sick of being the weird one because I don't enjoy being a drug fiend or a floosy. Lay down with dogs and you'll get up with flees. After my first encounter with the cops, after spending countless nights wishing I could sleep over the sounds of drunken chatter and rampant sex noises, after the mess, after the ever-constant stench of piss and beer. I'm out. Never looking back. I honestly wouldn't be at all surprised if I never heard from either of them ever again. And as much as that hurts me. I know it's not me who's made it like this. It's not like I want this choice to be here. It's not like they care. The day after I said I was probably moving they had someone ready to move in. I'd wish them good luck. But it'd be pointless. Luck isn't what can save them. I don't know if anything can. I hate feeling this, but I don't care what happens to them. So, I'm gone.

This has been on of the greatest learning experiences of my life so far. The best way to shape the person you want to be is having a clear image of who you do not want to be.