got this email from a mate:
"i woke up this morning and found our new housemate and several rather foppish young men passed out in the living room. the room stank of sweat and smoke. but what really pissed me off is that they'd been using some of my and other housemates cutlery and glasses as ashtrays. my ghostbusters coffee mug had a congealed, glutinous mass of crushed cigarettes butts, ash and roaches in it.
the new housemate is a bipolar and somewhat hypersensitive homosexual who doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal boundaries. he exists in a state of perpetual freak out. he's somewhat promiscuous and spends most of his time clubbing and sleeping it off, and has begun to bring back random douchebags who sit up all night smoking cigarettes and weed (in a non-smoking house) and listening to awful house/euro dance music. we all work, whereas he lost his job shortly after moving in. he now relies solely on handouts from his parents to pay the rent and what-not. aside from almost totally disengaging from the everyday life of the house - he won't clean, he won't wash up, he won't do anything remotely useful - he also insists on making life difficult for everybody else. he also owes us, and a couple of drug dealers, large amounts of money, and last weekend some shellsuited dude turned up at the house demanding to know where [name of new housemate] was. [name of other housemate] told him to fuck off or he'd call the police, but why should we be having to deal with organised crime figures because [new housemate] doesn't have the wherewithal to say no to drugs?
the problem is that we did once try to perform a sort of intervention and he went somewhat bye-bye, crying hysterically and accusing us all of being homophobes because "we refuse to understand how hard [my] life is", accused us of hating gay culture, and he subsequently threatened to commit suicide (idly). he also has no concept of tact - a housemate had his parents round the other day and the new housemate insisted on holding a loud and lengthy telephone conversation in the kitchen about his adventures in bar and club toilets all over the city. he's very much a "DEAL WITH IT YEAH" sort.
the problem is that we're now scared of saying anything to him. we're all fairly sure his supposed bi-polar disorder is a sham, but we dare not say this for fear of it actually turning out to be genuine. but isn't it sort of weird how he's a very happy guy when he's fucking up our lives with impunity, wrecking our sleep and trashing the house, but the moment we ask for some common courtesy he becomes a latter day kurt cobain? what the fuck should we do? i was thinking about having him sectioned or something but don't you need his parents for that? we were all worried about him in the beginning but now the patience has gone and we're all just pissed off and fed up. we don't think the landlord would do much unless we mention the drug dealer's visit, but if the police get involved it could seriously backfire on [new housemate]. what to do???
"i think i'd either grass your new housemate up to the landlord or give him a slap and tell him to straighten up and fly right. you need to sort this out man, let him ruin his life somewhere far away from productive members of society. and make sure you all get the money you're owed. ultimately, i feel the best thing to do is tell his parents what he's been up to."
that sounds awful^, especially with drug dealers apparently knowing where he lives. can anyone on here top that?
"DEAL WITH IT YEAH" :D