Redressing the balance
It was me! I was that irresponsible, thoughtless, dirty and smelly wanker. Allow me to give you the other side of the story...

1) I was immature
2) I resented artificial authority
3) I had no insight - I couldn't *see* the mess, nor the distress it caused you
4) I had no concept of social responsibility - someone else would fix what I broke/didn't clean/didn't pay/etc
5) I'd cut 50% of my lectures to slob around in bed, or watch Sesame Street getting drunk or stoned

In summary, I had no concept of a world outside my own miserable boundaries. Technically and clinically I was severely depressed. If only someone had had the insight then to stick me on a fortnight of prozac, I may have been normal, or at least healthier and happier.

Now I'm sexy and successful, but just want to apologise to you all from me, and all my kind back in shared house days. I (and we) don't mean to offend you, we're just removed from reality and up ourselves. Strong chance (as many of these stories repeat) you'll find some strain of mental illness in your 'from hell' housemates - buggers to live with, but don't give up on them. My Mrs didn't, and made a decent man of me.
( 0nyx, Mon 9 Apr 2007, 17:09, Reply)