Advice for Ass: Take a chill pill, an anger management course and consider a self-imposed incarceration at your local nuthouse...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Spoiled (1)
Crazy (15)
"Blonde" (1)
Slutty (0)
Irresponsible (4)
Drug Addled (?)
Anal (5)
Violent * Special category just for Ass (7)
Even though the house was shabbier, I was excited to be moving in with my friend Noel, and living so close to the beach. Noel shared the house with one guy, we'll call him Ass. Her last roommate who had lived with her and Ass had left over a dispute with him. She had left the front door open and Ass's dog had escaped and he had yelled and berated for it, and she had decided to move immediately. I heard the story, but the dispute didn't sound that bad and I assumed Jeanette, the old roomie must have been pretty high strung.
The first week at the new house was good. Noel and I had fun getting me moved in, and Ass seemed nice enough, he seemed like a chill surfer guy, cool enough, and I was happy. After Faith, Cam and Flora and the hippies I should have known that peace can come before the storm of roommate psychosis, but I just didn't see it coming.
I'd been moved in for a little over a week, and had the house to my self one night. I was sitting in the living room and I glanced at Ass' fish tank, which was huge and covered in Algae. The algae was so bad that I couldn't see the fish inside, even though I knew they were in there, and it occurred to me that if I couldn't see in, they couldn't see out either. So I cleaned the fish tank. It took me 2 hours, and it still wasn't perfect, but I could see the fish, and the fish could see me.
The next day I woke up to violent knocking at my door, and when I answered it Ass was on the other side and starting yelling at me about the fishtank, telling me I shouldn't touch his stuff. I told him I was sorry, I was just trying to be helpful by cleaning the tank. That did nothing to calm him down. In fact, he was so riled up that he just kept saying "don't touch my property". At this point I'm like, calm down cowboy, I won't touch your stuff, but he had a totally different interpretation than I did for what that meant.
The next day, Noel and I came home to a note from Ass stating again that we weren't allowed to touch his property. Sounds just a little anal so far right. BUT WAIT, HERE COMES CRAZY! The note explained that his property included the TV in the living room so he had taken it out of there, the paint on the walls, so he had removed our pictures from it, the couches and chairs, which he had turned UPSIDE DOWN so we could not sit on them, and marked their spots in case we tried to turn them over while he as gone, and THE FLOOR, because he'd purchased the carpet, so we shouldn't walk across it. Since one door to my bedroom opened up on the living room, he said he would make an exception, and I could walk across the living room when I was entering or exiting the house. Kind of him I know.
The note was so crazy that all we could do at first was laugh, but then we walked into the living room and found the TV gone, our pictures off the wall, and all available seating turned upside down and we knew we were dealing with a real nutter.
We avoided him from that point on, as best we could. Unfortunately, we received a new crazy note everyday, and an occasional visit by Ass who would yell at us from outside our bedroom doors. Then one day Noel mentioned to me that the gas on the stove had been on and asked if I could make sure to turn it all the way off. I told her that was ironic because I was about to ask her the same thing. This is when we simultaneously worried that Ass had turned it on and decided to investigate.
Ass used to leave for work around 5:30am, and so we set our alarms for 5:40am and came into the kitchen to check the stove. And lo and behold, the guy was not just crazy and belligerent, but homicidal too. Every morning we found the gas on and turned it off. We compiled all of the notes Ass had written to us and went down to the police station to see what we could do about being safe in our home. The police were no help, telling us that they didn't have the authority to do anything until we were actually injured. We talked to the landlord about the problem, but he was basically useless. We stopped going home whenever possible, only stayed there if we were together, and started looking for a new place to live.
I was only home once by myself the night before Thanksgiving because I had mistakenly assumed that Ass was out of town. I learned I was wrong when I woke up in the morning and the gas was on. That day I was driving to San Francisco and as as I neared the city I noticed that my ride was getting bumpier and attributed it to the road. It wasn't until I reached my destination and gotten out of the car that I realized that my tire was stripped. When I got back to Santa Cruz, right as I pulled into my driveway I found the tire culprit, there was a sharp object on our porch, where Ass had obviously tossed it when he was done puncturing my tire.
Luckily I'd come home with a guy in tow or I wouldn't have stayed there at all. Even luckier, Ass put in his notice. Of course he didn't leave quietly or without destruction. He pulled up the skate ramp&deck in the yard and pulled out most of the plants. But that was worth it to see the back of that Ass. And we did, he took off never to be heard from again, probably terrorizing and attempting the murder of someone else, somewhere else. Well good riddance to him!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Faith: Is That A Post-It On My Door or Are You Just Happy to See Me
Advice for Faith: When someone says your anal, it's NOT a compliment...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Spoiled (8)
Crazy (7)
"Blonde" (2)
Slutty (0)
Irresponsible (0)
Drug Addled (0
Anal (12)
I found a room for rent at this house, and I was very excited. It sounded amazing! The house was a townhouse, but huge, with 4 bedrooms, slanted ceilings, a fireplace and a view of this huge, beautiful meadow. My room was huge with french doors and my own patio. And it was cheap, cheaper than cheap by SC standards.
I was moving in with Faith, her boyfriend and two other students. On the day I moved in, before I'd put my first box down, Faith comes up to me and demands my rent check. I gave it to her once I'd put the box down. As if I wasn't going to pay for my rent, and just live there for the next month. Then, the next morning I found 2 post-its on my door. The first made mention that I owed a quarter (yeah $0.25) on rent for the cost of posting the check to the landlord via USPS. Ohh-k whatever, I gave her the $... The second said that someone had left the light on in the upstairs hallway and could they abstain from doing that in the future, blah blah blah.
After the first incidents, it was clear that Faith's plan was to turn the house into a gallery for post-it art - hers. We all got a new note, every single day. My favs were the rent is due reminders, put on our door randomly throughout the month, sometimes only 2 weeks into the month. I wasn't sure what was up with these, then I finally got it. Everytime Faith would argue with her super stupid (no really, low IQ) boyfriend, she would get over it by bestowing her roomies with post-its about the rent. Can you say crazy?
Then there was the kitchen. The rule (Faith's rule) was that we do the dishes RIGHT AWAY, like before we ate. From someone who knows this, it is hard to eat when the plate you are eating off is supposed to be cleaned before you use it.
And there was what I called, Old MacDonald's Farm in the freezer. Faith and Pat used to buy value packs of meat, portion them out for meals, put those portions in ziplocs and freeze them. That's cool enough, recommended by cheesy morning shows everywhere. BUT, the freezer was FULL. Every time I'd go to take something out of there, an avalanche of animal parts would fly at my head. I learned a defensive elbow move to curb this at the time.
I wasn't exactly happy with the farm in the freezer, but it didn't piss me off until the day I went to look for the only thing I had in the freezer, a pint of unopened Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia frozen yogurt, and couldn't find it, even after a search that found 3 pigs, 2 cows and 6 chicken, severed and placed into individual plastic bags. I asked Faith if she'd seen my yogurt and she nonchalantly said to me, "Oh, I threw it out, there was too much stuff in the freezer". $#^%)&@*^$#@!
By the time I was five months in, I was over it. Faith's bf was dumb as dirt, but the other roommates were cool enough, but it just wasn't worth it, not for the big room or the cheap rent. Not if I had to wake up everyday to a 2 1/2 by 2 1/2 fluorescent card bitching and moaning about nothing important, and have to pretend to take it seriously. No way, no how.
"Lucky" (see next post) for me, one of my best friends had a place with a roommate and invited me to move in, so I put in my notice, packed up my stuff and hightailed it out the door. Did I get most of my deposit back? NO. Did I expect to with that crazy chick who'd appointed herself ? NO. So I moved out and on, post-it free and looking forward to my new place with my friend Noel, only a block from the Beach, perfect for a California girl like me...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Spoiled (8)
Crazy (7)
"Blonde" (2)
Slutty (0)
Irresponsible (0)
Drug Addled (0
Anal (12)
I found a room for rent at this house, and I was very excited. It sounded amazing! The house was a townhouse, but huge, with 4 bedrooms, slanted ceilings, a fireplace and a view of this huge, beautiful meadow. My room was huge with french doors and my own patio. And it was cheap, cheaper than cheap by SC standards.
I was moving in with Faith, her boyfriend and two other students. On the day I moved in, before I'd put my first box down, Faith comes up to me and demands my rent check. I gave it to her once I'd put the box down. As if I wasn't going to pay for my rent, and just live there for the next month. Then, the next morning I found 2 post-its on my door. The first made mention that I owed a quarter (yeah $0.25) on rent for the cost of posting the check to the landlord via USPS. Ohh-k whatever, I gave her the $... The second said that someone had left the light on in the upstairs hallway and could they abstain from doing that in the future, blah blah blah.
After the first incidents, it was clear that Faith's plan was to turn the house into a gallery for post-it art - hers. We all got a new note, every single day. My favs were the rent is due reminders, put on our door randomly throughout the month, sometimes only 2 weeks into the month. I wasn't sure what was up with these, then I finally got it. Everytime Faith would argue with her super stupid (no really, low IQ) boyfriend, she would get over it by bestowing her roomies with post-its about the rent. Can you say crazy?
Then there was the kitchen. The rule (Faith's rule) was that we do the dishes RIGHT AWAY, like before we ate. From someone who knows this, it is hard to eat when the plate you are eating off is supposed to be cleaned before you use it.
And there was what I called, Old MacDonald's Farm in the freezer. Faith and Pat used to buy value packs of meat, portion them out for meals, put those portions in ziplocs and freeze them. That's cool enough, recommended by cheesy morning shows everywhere. BUT, the freezer was FULL. Every time I'd go to take something out of there, an avalanche of animal parts would fly at my head. I learned a defensive elbow move to curb this at the time.
I wasn't exactly happy with the farm in the freezer, but it didn't piss me off until the day I went to look for the only thing I had in the freezer, a pint of unopened Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia frozen yogurt, and couldn't find it, even after a search that found 3 pigs, 2 cows and 6 chicken, severed and placed into individual plastic bags. I asked Faith if she'd seen my yogurt and she nonchalantly said to me, "Oh, I threw it out, there was too much stuff in the freezer". $#^%)&@*^$#@!
By the time I was five months in, I was over it. Faith's bf was dumb as dirt, but the other roommates were cool enough, but it just wasn't worth it, not for the big room or the cheap rent. Not if I had to wake up everyday to a 2 1/2 by 2 1/2 fluorescent card bitching and moaning about nothing important, and have to pretend to take it seriously. No way, no how.
"Lucky" (see next post) for me, one of my best friends had a place with a roommate and invited me to move in, so I put in my notice, packed up my stuff and hightailed it out the door. Did I get most of my deposit back? NO. Did I expect to with that crazy chick who'd appointed herself ? NO. So I moved out and on, post-it free and looking forward to my new place with my friend Noel, only a block from the Beach, perfect for a California girl like me...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Smelly Hippies
Advice to the hippies: Dr. Brauners sucks. Oh, and Jerry's dead, so get over it...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
ALL THE HIPPIES
Spoiled (8)
Crazy (4)
"Blonde" (3)
Slutty (3)
Irresponsible (10)
Drug Addled (9)
Anal (0)
After Flora and Cam, my BF and I were really cautious about getting another roommate and we wanted someone, sane...
We found Bobby, a shy Asian raver who seemed very nice and very responsible. And he was for the first 4 months, than he went to a hippie rainbow gathering. I have never been to one, but I've seen people who have and it all turns out the same. they come back with weird hippie names and stop shaving and showering. This is exactly what happened to Bobby.
One month after Bobby came back from the hippie cult convention, and the day that rent was due he told us he couldn't pay it. "But", he said "I have a friend who lives in Big Sur, and only comes to Santa Cruz 2 days a week, and he can pay half the rent". We were basically blackmailed into it because we didn't have the money to pay Bobby's share, and so we had ONE more hippie living with us.
Then a month later, we came home and there was a note for us from Bobby. He went to Arizona to hang with some other hippies, and he didn't know when he'd be back, but he left us with a NEW roommate who could pay the remainder of the rent. This new roommate was a hippie named Tara and her baby daughter. Gee-reat...
And now we had TWO hippies and one baby.
Well the first hippie, I forgot his name, started staying more than 2 days a week, and inviting his hippie friends over. So did Tara. On any given day there were at least SIX hippies at our house. At this point we might have nipped it in the bud, but I had broken up with my bf cuz he was being a jerk and he refused to move out of the house. And he knew that having a passel of hippies was not my idea of fun so he fought for them to stay and I was outvoted.
Well, then Tara's baby daddy got out of jail and moved himself in. Then they went to some festival and brought back THREE more hippies. And they kept doing this until we had ELEVEN hippies staying on our floor. One had even commandeered our dining room, hanging a hammock up next to the table, and decorating the room with stuff he found in the dumpster (the dumpster - WTF)!
There was a hippie van parked out back, a pile of sage on the back porch, the house smelled like Dr. Brauners soap since they used it wash themselves, their hair, their dishes, their laundry. The neighbors were unhappy and so was I, so unhappy that I put in my notice. And then it got worse. This was the first and last time that I had a phone in my name. I got a $550 phone bill, where all the charges were to the jail (where Tara's babydaddy was), Massachusetts (where Tara's family lived) and Idaho (where my ex-bf's family lived), hmmm, who ran up the phone bill? I asked them all for their share and they got together and told me that they'd already paid me (WHAT, like I had amnesia and somehow misplaced $550 at the same time - AS IF @$%Y$^#@*%$#^)
So I got stiffed for $550 on my way out the door. For a group of "peaceful, loving people" they sure were selfish, mean and thieving.
As I'm sure you can guess, I'm not a hippie fan and I probably never will be, not after that...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
ALL THE HIPPIES
Spoiled (8)
Crazy (4)
"Blonde" (3)
Slutty (3)
Irresponsible (10)
Drug Addled (9)
Anal (0)
After Flora and Cam, my BF and I were really cautious about getting another roommate and we wanted someone, sane...
We found Bobby, a shy Asian raver who seemed very nice and very responsible. And he was for the first 4 months, than he went to a hippie rainbow gathering. I have never been to one, but I've seen people who have and it all turns out the same. they come back with weird hippie names and stop shaving and showering. This is exactly what happened to Bobby.
One month after Bobby came back from the hippie cult convention, and the day that rent was due he told us he couldn't pay it. "But", he said "I have a friend who lives in Big Sur, and only comes to Santa Cruz 2 days a week, and he can pay half the rent". We were basically blackmailed into it because we didn't have the money to pay Bobby's share, and so we had ONE more hippie living with us.
Then a month later, we came home and there was a note for us from Bobby. He went to Arizona to hang with some other hippies, and he didn't know when he'd be back, but he left us with a NEW roommate who could pay the remainder of the rent. This new roommate was a hippie named Tara and her baby daughter. Gee-reat...
And now we had TWO hippies and one baby.
Well the first hippie, I forgot his name, started staying more than 2 days a week, and inviting his hippie friends over. So did Tara. On any given day there were at least SIX hippies at our house. At this point we might have nipped it in the bud, but I had broken up with my bf cuz he was being a jerk and he refused to move out of the house. And he knew that having a passel of hippies was not my idea of fun so he fought for them to stay and I was outvoted.
Well, then Tara's baby daddy got out of jail and moved himself in. Then they went to some festival and brought back THREE more hippies. And they kept doing this until we had ELEVEN hippies staying on our floor. One had even commandeered our dining room, hanging a hammock up next to the table, and decorating the room with stuff he found in the dumpster (the dumpster - WTF)!
There was a hippie van parked out back, a pile of sage on the back porch, the house smelled like Dr. Brauners soap since they used it wash themselves, their hair, their dishes, their laundry. The neighbors were unhappy and so was I, so unhappy that I put in my notice. And then it got worse. This was the first and last time that I had a phone in my name. I got a $550 phone bill, where all the charges were to the jail (where Tara's babydaddy was), Massachusetts (where Tara's family lived) and Idaho (where my ex-bf's family lived), hmmm, who ran up the phone bill? I asked them all for their share and they got together and told me that they'd already paid me (WHAT, like I had amnesia and somehow misplaced $550 at the same time - AS IF @$%Y$^#@*%$#^)
So I got stiffed for $550 on my way out the door. For a group of "peaceful, loving people" they sure were selfish, mean and thieving.
As I'm sure you can guess, I'm not a hippie fan and I probably never will be, not after that...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Flora & Cam - early 1998
Advice to the lovely couple: Your the reason that sanitariums were created, you should have moved into one of those instead of moving in with me...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Flora Cam
Spoiled (2) (0)
Crazy (10) (4)
"Blonde" (1) (3)
Slutty (1) (0)
Irresponsible (10) (9)
Drug Addled (2) (5)
Anal (0) (0)
Unlike most kids who move out of their parents houses, my parent moved out of mine. Two months notice and my mom was out the door into a studio, which was a glaring hint that I wasn't invited to move with her. I didn't know if I'd be able to stay where I was, at the house I had lived in for the past 6 years, so my boyfriend and I decided to move in together and we started looking for a place. We put up a notice at the local cafe and the local laundromat, which was the thing to do back in the 90's (think Reality Bites, the movie).
I got a call from a woman named Flora who had an apartment her and her boyfriend Cam had been living in with 2 other girls, and the girls had just moved out. Flora and Cam were not on the lease (which was normal in Santa Cruz, where I am from) and had to move out for a month while they reapplied. Flora and Cam invited me and my bf to move in with them once they were accepted back into their apartment. This couple seemed a little too old for us, and as a future fashion student I was appalled by Floras multi-colored neon windbreaker, so we decided we did not want to move in with them. BUT, we realized that if we they stayed with us for a month, during their application process, we would have time to find some permanent housemates, which would allow us to stay at my house instead of having to move.
This seemed like a good idea, but this is a housemate horror story, so I'm sure you are not at all suprised at what I'm about to tell you? Flora and Cam went to the landlord, who knew they were staying for the month and got on the rental agreement WITHOUT telling us, and next thing we knew they were there to stay. Cam had no job and Flora was a little weird but it wasn't that bad at first, just not what we had wanted. AND THEN...
... Flora went off the medications we didn't know she was on and LOST HER EVER LOVIN' MIND!!! Turned out she was on disability for being basically insane - Surprise! She started talking in fragmented sentences saying things like "what are you doin? I'm just... I love peaches, they're really... went to the beach last night..." NEVER finishing a thought. Than she started barging into our room and looking through our stuff IN FRONT OF US. And when we locked her out, she would pound on the door. One day she broke the lock to get in. She also walked in on my bf in the shower, kept gabbing to him and wouldn't leave the bathroom. He had to get out of the shower and leave the room to get away from her. And Her and Cam would fight for 12 hours straight - no joke (from sundown to sunup). Oh, and Flora blocked all the doorways with couches, so we had to hurdle through the house like trackstars. She also frequented the neighborhood bar and liked to bring people home to party when it closed and then freak out on them once they'd gotten comfortable. SHE WAS SO CRAZY!
By this time, my bf and I always snuck into the house, tiptoed to the bedroom and put the TV on the lowest volume just so Flora wouldn't know we were home. It was at this point that we contacted the landlord to get them out.
Our landlord was more than happy to evict them (just about every neighbor had complained as well), and he did, but he also told them the house was being bulldozed hoping they would leave earlier. The landlord asked us to pack up our stuff and pretend to be moving too in order to instigate their move. We packed up everything we owned, but by Flora and Sam's final eviction day they still hadn't packed a thing. In the end the landlord had to pay them an undisclosed sum of $ to get them out. And they were finally gone! Or so we thought...
... 3 days later we had some friends over, (something we couldn't do with Flora and Cam in the house, since the house was always trashed and they scared everybody, including us) and we heard banging on the back door. Whattya know Flora was back demanding that we let her in. When we asked what she wanted she yelled over and over, "I want my toilet seat back", "Give me my toilet seat," and when we refused to let her in the house she broke the window, threw a bottle at my friends head and chased me through the house while I dialed 911.
The cops arrested Flora and we couldn't have been happier. Until we realized that the spare bedroom, which was a detached room 12 feet from the house was not empty like we had thought, but filled with Flora & Cam's stuff. In fact it looked like a fully furnished bedroom. The only moving they did was from one bedroom to another... God knows how we missed it. So we stacked their stuff outside the back gate and gave them 3 days to get it out, which is what they did, and luckily they stayed out. After that we were finally psycho free... and then came the hippies...
RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Flora Cam
Spoiled (2) (0)
Crazy (10) (4)
"Blonde" (1) (3)
Slutty (1) (0)
Irresponsible (10) (9)
Drug Addled (2) (5)
Anal (0) (0)
Unlike most kids who move out of their parents houses, my parent moved out of mine. Two months notice and my mom was out the door into a studio, which was a glaring hint that I wasn't invited to move with her. I didn't know if I'd be able to stay where I was, at the house I had lived in for the past 6 years, so my boyfriend and I decided to move in together and we started looking for a place. We put up a notice at the local cafe and the local laundromat, which was the thing to do back in the 90's (think Reality Bites, the movie).
I got a call from a woman named Flora who had an apartment her and her boyfriend Cam had been living in with 2 other girls, and the girls had just moved out. Flora and Cam were not on the lease (which was normal in Santa Cruz, where I am from) and had to move out for a month while they reapplied. Flora and Cam invited me and my bf to move in with them once they were accepted back into their apartment. This couple seemed a little too old for us, and as a future fashion student I was appalled by Floras multi-colored neon windbreaker, so we decided we did not want to move in with them. BUT, we realized that if we they stayed with us for a month, during their application process, we would have time to find some permanent housemates, which would allow us to stay at my house instead of having to move.
This seemed like a good idea, but this is a housemate horror story, so I'm sure you are not at all suprised at what I'm about to tell you? Flora and Cam went to the landlord, who knew they were staying for the month and got on the rental agreement WITHOUT telling us, and next thing we knew they were there to stay. Cam had no job and Flora was a little weird but it wasn't that bad at first, just not what we had wanted. AND THEN...
... Flora went off the medications we didn't know she was on and LOST HER EVER LOVIN' MIND!!! Turned out she was on disability for being basically insane - Surprise! She started talking in fragmented sentences saying things like "what are you doin? I'm just... I love peaches, they're really... went to the beach last night..." NEVER finishing a thought. Than she started barging into our room and looking through our stuff IN FRONT OF US. And when we locked her out, she would pound on the door. One day she broke the lock to get in. She also walked in on my bf in the shower, kept gabbing to him and wouldn't leave the bathroom. He had to get out of the shower and leave the room to get away from her. And Her and Cam would fight for 12 hours straight - no joke (from sundown to sunup). Oh, and Flora blocked all the doorways with couches, so we had to hurdle through the house like trackstars. She also frequented the neighborhood bar and liked to bring people home to party when it closed and then freak out on them once they'd gotten comfortable. SHE WAS SO CRAZY!
By this time, my bf and I always snuck into the house, tiptoed to the bedroom and put the TV on the lowest volume just so Flora wouldn't know we were home. It was at this point that we contacted the landlord to get them out.
Our landlord was more than happy to evict them (just about every neighbor had complained as well), and he did, but he also told them the house was being bulldozed hoping they would leave earlier. The landlord asked us to pack up our stuff and pretend to be moving too in order to instigate their move. We packed up everything we owned, but by Flora and Sam's final eviction day they still hadn't packed a thing. In the end the landlord had to pay them an undisclosed sum of $ to get them out. And they were finally gone! Or so we thought...
... 3 days later we had some friends over, (something we couldn't do with Flora and Cam in the house, since the house was always trashed and they scared everybody, including us) and we heard banging on the back door. Whattya know Flora was back demanding that we let her in. When we asked what she wanted she yelled over and over, "I want my toilet seat back", "Give me my toilet seat," and when we refused to let her in the house she broke the window, threw a bottle at my friends head and chased me through the house while I dialed 911.
The cops arrested Flora and we couldn't have been happier. Until we realized that the spare bedroom, which was a detached room 12 feet from the house was not empty like we had thought, but filled with Flora & Cam's stuff. In fact it looked like a fully furnished bedroom. The only moving they did was from one bedroom to another... God knows how we missed it. So we stacked their stuff outside the back gate and gave them 3 days to get it out, which is what they did, and luckily they stayed out. After that we were finally psycho free... and then came the hippies...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
MY HOUSEMATE PROFILE FROM "THE HOUSEMATE QUIZ"
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"Although you're happy to listen to other's opinions, you're not willing to be pushed around। In some housemate situations you can be considerate, friendly and helpful, but you also have a healthy degree of self interest and skepticism of other's motives. When living with housemates it's important to be willing to compromise so that everyone in the house feels that they have some say in how things are run. You may find yourself acting as a mediator when making household decisions.
When living with others you can show conscientious characteristics at times, such as planning and persistence, but occasionally you put having fun before reliability and ambition. For many people you are the ideal housemate, showing a healthy balance of long-term goals and short-term enjoyment but you need to be aware that others struggle to find this happy balance. If you have a housemate that is focussed too much on either long-term goals or short-term thrills you may be able to show them how a balance can be achieved.
You have some extroverted characteristics and can enjoy the company of other housemates, but equally enjoy your alone time। It's important to make sure that you get this balance right as living with someone who is constantly looking to share time with you might overcrowd you. Equally, someone who prefers to be alone may leave you feeling lonely. If you can find a housemate who is like you, that's great, but if you can't, then try and explain to people that you like your own space.
Your reactions can sometimes be intense, especially when tired, which may cause stress to fellow housemates. However, on the whole you are emotionally stable meaning you are generally easy to live with. It may be advisable to try and pinpoint when you are vulnerable to over reacting and remove yourself from these situations before they occur.
You're intellectually curious, appreciate art, and are sensitive to beauty. You are aware of your feelings and are prone to thinking and acting in individualistic and nonconforming ways. When living with others you're interesting as you will always offer a new opinion but to many you could be conceived as arrogant and ignorant. You're most suited to living with people who are also non-conforming as conservative people will find you frightening and you will find them frustrating."
"Although you're happy to listen to other's opinions, you're not willing to be pushed around। In some housemate situations you can be considerate, friendly and helpful, but you also have a healthy degree of self interest and skepticism of other's motives. When living with housemates it's important to be willing to compromise so that everyone in the house feels that they have some say in how things are run. You may find yourself acting as a mediator when making household decisions.
When living with others you can show conscientious characteristics at times, such as planning and persistence, but occasionally you put having fun before reliability and ambition. For many people you are the ideal housemate, showing a healthy balance of long-term goals and short-term enjoyment but you need to be aware that others struggle to find this happy balance. If you have a housemate that is focussed too much on either long-term goals or short-term thrills you may be able to show them how a balance can be achieved.
You have some extroverted characteristics and can enjoy the company of other housemates, but equally enjoy your alone time। It's important to make sure that you get this balance right as living with someone who is constantly looking to share time with you might overcrowd you. Equally, someone who prefers to be alone may leave you feeling lonely. If you can find a housemate who is like you, that's great, but if you can't, then try and explain to people that you like your own space.
Your reactions can sometimes be intense, especially when tired, which may cause stress to fellow housemates. However, on the whole you are emotionally stable meaning you are generally easy to live with. It may be advisable to try and pinpoint when you are vulnerable to over reacting and remove yourself from these situations before they occur.
You're intellectually curious, appreciate art, and are sensitive to beauty. You are aware of your feelings and are prone to thinking and acting in individualistic and nonconforming ways. When living with others you're interesting as you will always offer a new opinion but to many you could be conceived as arrogant and ignorant. You're most suited to living with people who are also non-conforming as conservative people will find you frightening and you will find them frustrating."
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