I've been living here for THREE years, this guy showed up 2-3 months ago and just "decides" that he's attracted to me.
There are ten other people in this building, this dude is like 50 years old and he's only bothering me, not the Indian guy or the chubby girl or the old woman upstairs .
I talked to him ONCE about free alcohol I left on the table because I was trying to be sober and get my shit together. He looked like trash so I thought he'd be the one to take it, it was like 300$ worth of alcohol, since I actually have a job I didn't give a shit about losing it all.
Ever since then, every fuckin day for two months, this guy says "How are you?" , I say "Good" (verbatim) then I go inside or leave to go to work.
He did that every fuckin day.
Then one of the days he passive aggressively says "Good thanks for asking" ??? Like bitch you want to start a full conversation? Right now? It was pouring rain that day and I didn't say shit but I was so close to screaming at him. He's very clearly on drugs.
I told the landlord and the guy finally stopped (for now.)
I shouldn't have to say shit to the landlord. I don't need someone fucking greeting me into my own home.
I also don't need crackheads pretending like I'm "Debby downer" because I'm not falling into their interaction trap.
If you're so fuckin lonely and sad go get a job.
Here's what this reinforced in me:
- Scrotes are narcissistic and parasitic.
- They literally feel entitled to your time, energy and headspace.
- Don't ever be nice or talk to a scrote roommate because he's going to try making it into "a thing". Whatever that fuckin thing is.
- This guy isn't even employed + no car, but that's exactly it is, he thought that me being nice was an invitation for him to leech off of me.
- when I spoke to him once, he tried gaining information from me and bragging that he "does dishes", like cool? I believe it's a form of forced teaming? I don't remember, it's when a dangerous person tries getting information from the potential victim to form a closer bond for something.
- My intuition on him being a creep was correct and I will keep listening to my gut about creepy dudes. There's no need to be "nice" to everyone, especially not to man-children that can't handle watching other people have their shit together.
I'm mad that this was even a problem. I've got HV written all over me, I know that wearing blouses and heels won't transport me to a far away land but holy shit just stay away from me and know your place, you're a fucking tenant this isn't the bachelor where you're in a house with a bunch of people you get to potentially harass.
Men will complain they're homeless on social media , it's because they're mostly likely this guy, unemployed and using what little social security money they have on cigarettes and crack. Then harassing random people and trying to pull them in with pity.
The person renting out that room could've been a student or a young girl escaping abuse but no it's just some unemployed crackhead that plays victim when 23 year old women don't want to interact with him (every fucking dayyyy.)
I don't care how bad this sounds, we all have shit we're going through and if a bunch of druggies are disturbing other people's peace I'm going to point it out especially since MOST of them are men who have no desire to actually change because that'd mean actually treating people with respect without an excuse. I won't even make friends who smoke weed anymore because they're just unemployed parasites.
Get your shit together, leave normal working class people alone. Go kill rich people or something. It's not my job deal with your brokenness, as far as I'm concerned it's just another excuse to exploit others and you're no different than "the system" you hate so much.
My mistake was even talking to him and casually mentioning I had a drinking problem (because the liquor had been on the table for like three weeks with a big "free" sign on it) which is how it was brought up, I just wanted someone to take it so it wouldn't take up the table and disrupt anyone's life.
Once I mentioned my past alcoholism I mentally downgraded myself in his mind and he pretended we were on the same level despite him being a literal dumpster fire compared to me.
Don't ever get casual with desperate druggy types who very clearly don't have hobbies besides sitting on a porch, smoking and scrolling TikTok on a high volume just to see specific people at very specific times of the day...to say "How are you" like an attention seeking robot.