A word from an Expert
Are you an expert at sharing a house with others? Magnus certainly thinks so and I reckon we can look forward to more than one tale from him on the subject of weird flatmates. Here's the first one....
"Hello world! I am a roommate veteran. Currently I am into my sixth account of sharing a flat, and today I'm going to tell you about no. 2. The entire situation was rather bizarre now that I look back on it, because I met the guy who actually rented out the place almost half a year after I left. That's when he took down the place because it went to the dogs because of a roommate specimen that I will tell you about. He lived in the smallest room, supposedly because he'd pay the smallest amount of rent. He was 27 and in his third semester of studying law. And he was high a lot. I put up a computer for everyone in the flat (4 people on paper, usually around 6 people there) so I wouldn't get home and find other people's email accounts still logged in on my computer. Never ever do anything even close to like this with a weirdo.
I actually intensified the situation with this, because now he had set up a "computer corner" right in front of my door and was permanently sitting there watching videos. Preferrably during late hours and having turned up the sound. Let alone having his nextdoor mattress of a girlfriend over a lot. At some point I realized he was downloading pornography. How could I tell? Maybe it was because of the suggestive downloads in queue in the file sharing program. Which is an entire new world of a story, as you all know how much fun an overloaded Internet connection is. So I deleted his porn and cancelled those downloads naturally. The next morning he came home and started an aggravated discussion about our collectively bought food. He told me that I was using only the shared food and that this way it would be too expensive for him. Too bad that I had spent more than ten times as much as he had on food and he said that he'd "go and buy more food now" instead of reimbursing me. At some point when I said I'd bought extra food just for myself, which I had not put in the kitchen with the rest, he said that I was trying to get him down by doing all the "things I do". His words still ring in my ears: "I came home and all my porn is deleted!" I fled the place eventually." If you're an expert, why not share your experiences with the rest of us?
