Fear and Loathing on the Learning Curve: Observations on Life, Tech and Web Design from a Slightly Misanthropic Mind

Reflections on Making the Right Choices

I am sick of this house.

I am sick of wak­ing up to filth; to dirty floors, the same piles of crap day after day because nobody can be fucked to lift a fin­ger to clean them up.

I am sick of my prop­erty being abused under the assump­tion that since we live together it is theirs to do with as they please.

I am sick of being treated like a piece of shit every time I try to get someone else to do some­thing that might be of col­lect­ive bene­fit to the household.

I am sick of being made to clean up after every­one else if I want to live in what might be described as clean and tidy sur­round­ings, and then receiv­ing no thanks for doing so.

I am sick of being forced to chase people for their share of bills, since the concept of prompt repay­ment is appar­ently some sort of fantasy.

I am sick of look­ing after every single admin­is­trat­ive facet of the house without a word of thanks because nobody else is pre­pared to take any respons­ib­il­ity whatsoever.

I am sick of hav­ing the piss taken behind my back every time I ask some­thing of my house­mates that might require look­ing bey­ond the ends of their noses at issues out­side of their imme­di­ate per­sonal atmosphere.

I am sick of being shown no respect by any­one in this house, who claim that they are adults cap­able of hand­ling their own lives without being told what to do, yet are utterly unable to main­tain any kind of decent liv­ing stand­ard without my con­tinual jan­itor act.

I am sick of liv­ing with people who have never had to take any respons­ib­il­ity for the care of their sur­round­ings, and so feel no need to start doing so now.

I am sick of liv­ing with people who through their own neg­li­gence, incon­sid­er­a­tion and lazi­ness cre­ate large amounts of filth and then have the gall to sug­gest our col­lect­ively pay­ing someone to come in and clean it up.

I am sick of liv­ing with people who can­not or will not real­ise everything I have done this year to help them and the house­hold, or look upon it as some sort of duty of care that mer­its no thanks or sup­port or recognition.

I am sick of being looked at like an idiot when I try to con­vey an idea of con­sid­er­a­tion for oth­ers to my house­mates, such as when they insist on scream­ing at the tops of their lungs while play­ing video games at 11pm on a Sunday in the liv­ing room of our ter­raced house.

I am sick of being told that I have a need to con­trol people when I try to get people to do some­thing to help.

I am sick of wor­ry­ing about hav­ing to fight for my prop­erty at the end of term as my house­mates con­veni­ently for­get what was bought and what was brought by me at the begin­ning of the year.

I am sick of the inev­it­ab­il­ity that I will have to work my ass off to clean the house single-handedly at the end of term in order to secure the return of my secur­ity deposit, as my house­mates who spent most of the year moan­ing about how they would surely be swindled out of theirs by the land­lord con­veni­ently find other things to busy them­selves with (or just leave).

I am sick of being brought to the end of my tether by people who simply do not give a shit about any­one or any­thing besides themselves.