What do you think people would say is the worst thing about living with you?

Just for fun

I have asked my wife and will post the novel here when completed. If the Dope has enough disk space.

I’m extremely messy, and rather wasteful. And take too long to do most things.

I snore.

I fart. A lot.

Are you me? Because I think that is exactly what SWMBO would say about me.

And I like to fart on the cat as well.

What do you think people would say is the worst thing about living with you?

Me.

I’ve had past roommates, who decided not to be anymore, who’ve said I was too smart and too good at just about everything. Now it’s obvious I have a superior memory and puzzle-solving ability so things just come naturally for me.

My family are all very athletic and I am as well so physical things also come easily to me.

But I don’t go out of my to show off or be a braggart about it.

What did you hear?

I don’t talk. My husband is a talker, actually more like a debater, and would like it if I spoke more and gave him a sparring partner. But I’m rather an introvert and hate bickering. So there’s that.

I spawn clutter from a myriad of crafty projects that I seldom complete.

I love to sing. Especially to make parody versions of other songs. I am not good at the singing part of it.

My batshit crazy dog who is 5000000 times crazier and louder when I am home. I have had several professionals tell me that it isn’t my fault, but it doesn’t change the fact that the vocal versions of her craziness only exist when I am home and awake.

I run trains.

You mean besides being a psychopath, right?

I accumulate clutter.

I have absurd sleeping habits.

I live in clutter, due to having too many hobbies and art projects. And I procrastinate about every damn thing. And I sleep whenever I feel like it, which is never enough. And my cats puke everywhere and rub their asses on the carpet. The list goes on and on . . . .

I’ve heard all of this from my husband, who is a squeaky-clean, no-clutter minimalist. This is why we live next door to each other.

Probably the farts for me too. That and my recent bouts with anxiety, making every morning’s wakeup practically a game of Russian roulette for the poor man.
If I had to pick one, farting.

I need a LOT of alone time. And I’m impatient.

I grind to a halt when I fall into the bottom of my bi-polar. It’s happening less and less now, and nowhere near the frequency, but it has to be annoying as all hell to be going along like normal, then I can’t even clean the kitty litter or fold a load of laundry.

The manic highs might also bug the devil out of the uninitiated.

I’ve been described as “intense” by more than one SO (that i lived with). In the context it was used, it wasn’t a good thing so much.

Where to start?

I live without human housemates by preference. Cats, dogs, and hamsters are fine, but not human beings. So the worst thing about living with me is that I really don’t want anyone living with me.

I am very messy and disorganized.

I have sleep apnea, so I probably snore.

I keep irregular hours.

I can be very grumpy.

I fall asleep on the couch when watching TV.

I have three cats who aren’t very well behaved.

I have a tendency to fix things with duck tape and WD-40.That doesn’t always work.

That’s all I can think of at the moment, but I’ll bet former roommates could make a much longer list.