House-sharing fun

Well, a couple of weeks have passed since the confrontation. I think that I would be able to count the amount of words spoken to either of us since then. They are however, extremely unpredictable and keep us on our toes. They have not been in the house for quite a few days now, which is fantastic for us because, well, we really don't like them. When they do decide to return home though, like, for example last night, they arrived separately, one at 2am and the other at 4am.

If that was not strange enough, they thought it was fine and in no way inconsiderate to others living in the house to shower at this time and then leave again. They are freaks, who care about nobody other than themselves and we are fed up with them. We have obligations in cleaning the house to ensure we get our deposits back but they are not to be seen. Selfish people, who one day, will get what is coming to them.

I look forward to leaving this house so then I may actually have something fun and enjoyable to blog about, not just douchebags.

Eruption

The situation in the house hit boiling point yesterday evening. Our day began, a little hungover with a friend asleep on our couch from a fairly loose Saturday evening. To our dismay, as one of our housemates was leaving for work early Sunday morning she was told to 'feel free to slam the door shut'. This was in retaliation to an accidental drunken door closing incident at about 1:30am before hand. Mature way to respond, no, not at all.

At learning this disgusting behaviour to wind us up, I reacted the best way I could think of to drive home the realisation that we knew about their cunning plan. I, for the rest of the day, proceeded in slamming every single door I went through. Not my finest moment I know, but we really wanted to let them know that we were pissed off with their early morning scheming.

It worked also, it brought out the confrontation that we had been looking for, albeit at 11:30pm in the evening, but when the male housemate confronted me about it wondering why we were slamming the doors, it was gratifying to be able to let him know that his pathetic little plan that day did not go unnoticed or without repercussions. This argument, which lasted some 15 minutes with a lot of things said to each other, has not resolved any of the existing problems. We will never be friends, we don't want to be friends with them. All it has done is released some of our anger, with the rest of it simmering away below until such a time comes where we can not hold it in any longer.

A-Tension

Our relationship with another couple we live with has been ordinary at best, but it feels as though it is at breaking point. There are certain behaviours of theirs that we dislike, as I am sure that they dislike some of ours. In any case, it is clear that the best way to deal with these issues is to not even say hello to each other, or at least that is what the 'male' of their relationship believes.

Maturity, not high on the priority list. The worst thing is, we find ourselves acting just as immaturely as them, which annoys me more than anything else.

In the beginning, they were good to get along with. We went to the movies together and it was comfortable. Until we asked them politely to be quiet after midnight when we had to go to work the next day. That is apparently, in their words, disgusting behaviour, by us. The tension has been building ever since. We are currently in a stand off over who is to clean the kitchen and bathroom. We do not mind cleaning, we generally do it once a fortnight, take it in turns. Now however, we are (in our opinions) the last to clean the house and that was 2 weeks ago. The 'male' likes to cook and leave little souvenirs such as egg, bread crumbs and pieces of vegetables for us all to share. I am not the cleanest person in the world, but I am a long way from being that bad.

It will be interesting to see how it ends up, I am betting that we will once again give in, be the bigger people and clean the house. Perhaps for the last time.