In college, forever ago, I had a crush on this girl. She seemed normal enough.
I was friend zoned and should have taken the hint. One day she is talking to me about how disorganized she is and how frustrated she is by her messy dorm room. I offer to help her clean up. What I didn’t know was that in a matter of a few months she had managed to disgust her roommate so badly that she moved out. Normally that would mean she gets a new roommate , but the college decided not to make anyone else suffer that way.
Anyways, I get there prepared for a bit of trash and laundry, but this was crazy. She had lived there 3 months and had covered the entire room in shin deep trash and clothes. It took a few hours to clean, and at least a dozen big black trash bags.
Highlights include:
Used condoms strewn about.
Multiple pairs of period stained underwear
A purse containing an orange covered on green mold on one side, and a used sanitary napkin with dried blood stuck to the orange.
It took a few hours to clean, and at least a dozen big black trash bags.
You got lucky. I once roomed with a hoarder who trashed our apartment that bad too. But if I tried to sweep or dust they’d get really anxious, and if I tried picking things up they’d literally start screaming and shaking. Even piles of old magazines and plastic bags and empty bottles had to stay where they were, let alone heaps of dirty clothes, cheap trinkets, and assorted “stuff”. That person had some bad things happen to them as a kid, and long-term anxiety is no joke.
In college, forever ago, I had a crush on this girl. She seemed normal enough.
I was friend zoned and should have taken the hint. One day she is talking to me about how disorganized she is and how frustrated she is by her messy dorm room. I offer to help her clean up. What I didn’t know was that in a matter of a few months she had managed to disgust her roommate so badly that she moved out. Normally that would mean she gets a new roommate , but the college decided not to make anyone else suffer that way.
Anyways, I get there prepared for a bit of trash and laundry, but this was crazy. She had lived there 3 months and had covered the entire room in shin deep trash and clothes. It took a few hours to clean, and at least a dozen big black trash bags.
Highlights include:
Used condoms strewn about.
Multiple pairs of period stained underwear A purse containing an orange covered on green mold on one side, and a used sanitary napkin with dried blood stuck to the orange.
I no longer had a crush after that.
You got lucky. I once roomed with a hoarder who trashed our apartment that bad too. But if I tried to sweep or dust they’d get really anxious, and if I tried picking things up they’d literally start screaming and shaking. Even piles of old magazines and plastic bags and empty bottles had to stay where they were, let alone heaps of dirty clothes, cheap trinkets, and assorted “stuff”. That person had some bad things happen to them as a kid, and long-term anxiety is no joke.
cleans the room sadisticly