“I lived with a dude who was so stinky and messy that he didn’t notice that the sewer pipe had exploded in our underground room while I was on vacation. There was poop all over and he literally did not smell it. He then asked me why I was bothering to clean the mess with so much bleach. It was so gross.
I lived about an 8-hour drive from home and would often drive home for long weekends and stuff and would come home to every single dish I owned being dirty. We also had a shared phone line with long-distance included after 6 pm and he would routinely make long-distance calls earlier in the day and then look at me like I had two heads when I asked him to pay up.
We lived in a small town and after work, there was literally nothing to do but come home and watch tv. So it’s with pretty good accuracy that I can estimate the only showered about twice in the two or three months we lived together. He would sit on my favorite recliner and pick at his feet while eating supper.
When he moved out his room smelled so bad that I had to clean it with a pet deodorizer.
I was renting a home alone and it was getting expensive so I thought why not get a roommate? This dude made me realize that my sanity had a much greater value than I had previously thought.”
