I'm kind of dreading tomorrow, because our ex-housemate is coming over to pick up the fuckton of mail that's accumulated since we kicked him out. When he moved in he seemed a bit off, but other housemate and I have our own strong personality quirks so we're much very live and let live when it comes to others. (This is not necessarily a good thing.) He bought groceries daily citing concerns over 'contamination' and quickly began to borrow money off of me. He always paid me back but it was bizarre. He had a job and made over twice what I do on a pension and he was borrowing money off of me. Turns out he had a bit of a thing for the pokies. Then, about three weeks into his residency, he came home agitated saying he'd quit his job because of all the people at work talking about him on social media. His phone was bugged, there were forums online dedicated to talking about him, he had no privacy, none at all. Okay then.
Around about then he told me that he'd done a lot of time in jail. And tried to give me all sorts of graphic descriptions of what he'd like to do to the people who were 'following' him. I didn't care to listen, but he was persistent, usually while I was eating.
This was the beginning of a pattern. Roughly every six to eight weeks he'd have an episode where his paranoia intensified deeply, and he'd either quit his job or be fired for attacking someone at his work. Since he was a truck driver, there was always another depot to go to. He told me eventually that he'd been in jail for attempted murder and GBH and that he didn't regret it. He was also a former ice addict and I've no doubt it fried his brain. Soon these episodes began to be linked into a grand screaming tantrum while he was at home. Only if I was the only one home, mind; if our other housemate was home he'd keep it to himself, but if she wasn't, he'd be screaming, shouting, threatening people (sometimes me) and punching walls. While he was pretty friendly with me to start with, I myself eventually joined the endless ranks of people who talked about him on social media, who discussed him on multiple online forums (including the drug forums that the coppers watched and who were going to make it so he'd never see his kids again), the anonymous individuals who watched the house (I spent enough time in the front yard doing the gardening, take it from me, there was no one watching the fucking house), the radio announcer who gave him secret messages (no really, he legit believed he was getting secret messages over the radio) the shadowy cabal who'd bugged his phone, and the people who followed him around everywhere just because. Over time, he accused me of:
* Going into his room on a regular basis to go through his shit (I didn't)
* Going into his room to randomly steal some papers for shits and giggles (I didn't)
* Discussing him incessantly online on social media because he's just that fascinating (I didn't)
* Discussing him incessantly online on online forums because he's just that fascinating (I didn't)
* Spreading rumours about him online (I didn't)
* Tampered with his toiletries (I didn't)
* Broke the lights, mudflaps, and something else on his piece of shit ute that I don't remember (I didn't)
In return, he threatened to:
* Kill my rats
* Set my car on fire
* Shit in my food
* Contaminate the rest of the food in the shared fridge
At this point I'd had enough and told other housemate that we were giving him his two weeks notice. In actual fact we should have just kicked him straight out with no notice because he owed me $300 and he owed her $1000 in bills and rent, but he's a fuck huge Pacific Islander with a penchant for weights and boxing, and not to put too fine a point on it, he could easily turn us two women into smears of red goo. So the polite way it was. Two days after we gave him his notice he seemed calm enough, but during civil conversation over breakfast he turned the topic yet again to my alleged participation in social media and online forums focused on the discussion of him. As I tried to patiently explain to him that he wasn't that interesting and there were in fact no forums, he told me that there better not be, he told me that, "There had better not be. Because I know where you and other housemate live, and I know how to get into the place. And I'd show you what true evil is all about."
I ended up taking my rats and staying the rest of his notice period at a relatives. I consider myself thick skinned but my nerves were paper thin my that time. This man ended up knocking three kilograms off of me. I needed to lose the weight but I wouldn't recommend the method.
He had other fairly dramatic personality quirks but I won't get into them here. I'm just bewildered that he accused me of all this heinous shit violating his privacy yet we've still been getting his mail for a fucking month.
), one time a bum was sleeping underneath the discarded remnants of a car tent I was tearing down in my yard, and worst of all, one time one stole one of my baskets (I use it to keep a board over the hole in the attic) and I went out to chase her down, bringing a metal club for protection.
