I seem to keep picking winners with whom to live.
One roommate got angry with me when I wanted to speak Portuguese with him (as was agreed to beforehand) — because “how was he supposed to learn English?”.
Another roommate enjoyed explaining his prostitutal exploits to me. But, this may have been an improvement over his past as a former & simultaneous cokehead, dopehead, and alcoholic.
Now, I have a roommate who used a “friend’s” laptop, without permission, and somehow got it wet and caused it to completely short out. The worst part, he tried to hide the evidence and skipped town leaving a note about a family emergency. Furthermore, he’s involved his boyfriend in the elaborate (and stupidly executed) charade to convince us that the medical emergency is real (I don’t believe it for a second). If there’s any doubt in your mind, the computer’s power cable was bubbled and melted — an obvious sign of a short.
Fortunately, I only have to deal with this asshole for 5 more days. Then, he’s rented out his room for Carnaval (and will presumably spend it himself in some cave). At the end of Carnaval is the end of my lease. And, as of today, I’ve moved out most of my own valuables into a friend’s place.
Obviously, I must be doing something wrong here:
- Living with Brazilians
- Living with people who are not already my friends
I’m presuming my readers will assume that answer 2 is the more likely explanation. At this point, I’m not particularly convinced. Number 1 seems to be a continual disaster, and not just for me.
Other things going on. But, right now, I’m just trying to relax enough to sleep knowing that douchebag is in the other room.
-nick
