The real reason I bought these was because I wanted them. But one of the reasons was, as I said, so I could tune out my roommate (and other sounds).
One recommendation I can already give is to spend the extra $30 and get the bigger ear cushions. One of the (the left one for some reason) seems to be sitting on my ear and pressing down on cartilage. It's a little painful and I still am trying to adjust everything to make it stop.
I'm going to go off-topic now because I want to express myself in a "blogging" or "diary" way. But no worries! If you don't want to keep reading I wouldn't blame you-- at all.
Roommate asked to borrow them yesterday. I said No. They're brand new, he was high, he was spilling cups and bowls, and passing out about every fifteen minutes.
Well, he took offense, and carried his resentful disposition overnight into this morning and acted like you'd expect all day.
Yes, in case you were wondering, his psychological development was stunted at five years of age, as it turns out. This is a rabbit hole I think I will discreetly skip.
Well, we got into a fight that almost got violent. He took my laundry off the porch racks, he told me I can no.longer use them, and he dumped a roll of paper towels he had accidentally dropped in the toilet on a flannel sheet of my he had hung from two chairs in a haphazard way.
I turned over his two racks with wet clothes into the dirt, told him he was getting no garbage bags or anything else from me and then I piled up all the household garbage I could find on the kitchen floor.
I spring cleaned the kitchen floor yesterday. I changed the sheet that surrounded the bottom of the freezer as it leaked compost slime for a year and cleaned up hundreds of rotting hornet carcasses along the walls that I finally had access to because he had emptied the kitchen floor of a jumble of small appliances and other useless things.
He didn't notice I did it, the didn't thank me, and perversely, he told me I don't know how to clean. His penchant for gaslighting is hardwired into his neurochemistry at this point.
He's emaciated. He's lost weight. His teeth are falling out. He looks like any and every 60 year old who does meth every day. There are no exceptions. I'm sorry to say he looks ghastly.
He let it slip the other day he's still doing QHB (Q I'm sure; I think H and B are correct but I'm not sure). It's the date rape drug for those of you don't know it by its initials. This is the same drug that put him in the ICU and almost killed him.
He sold plasma and bought more meth today.
He doesn't have three months rent, he had no money, he doesn't have a job, he doesn't have good credit.
Nobody will rent to him. He doesn't even have the money to rent a room.
He's been locked out of his mother's house (technically it's owned by his sister who's local and moving in with her husband to care for his mother at the end of January).
His sister who's not local was visiting while his local sister (whom I know well after 7 years) took his mother to Tennessee for medical treatments since local sister can't leave her daughter's side after she fell into a coma after two consecutive heart attacks.
I'll probably be able to leave in January but if not than almost certainly in February.
I pay 100% of the rent. I have every month we've lived here. Roommate as reneged in every part of our financial agreement. He pays nothing. I continued to pay because it was my only option to avoid eviction.
So, what does it all mean?
It means a couple of things to me.
The handwriting is on the wall. Roommate will be homeless and sooner rather than later.
Finally, I've been feeling badly for him for months it not a year.
Well, I no longer feel badly about it. I feel fatalistic and to be honest I don't care anymore.
So, I feel liberated from the ambivalence and worry I've felt until now.
He ruined his own health. He reneged on his responsibilities to me. He spent his money on drugs to the point he made no provision for himself.
I'm not responsible. Also, I'm not going to live out my life with his toxic personality and chaotic and abusive behavior.
I would count the day if I knew how many there will be.
But it will happen.
Thanks be to my beloved father, to my sister-in-law, and to my cousin.
