That Housemate Problem

I’ll go straight to the point: my housemates are either from a.) hell, b.) outer space or c.) a place for pigs.

I can’t remember how many times these housemates (who happen to be a couple, by the way) have been utterly rude to me. What I know is that they are obnoxious, and they deserve to be punished.

I’ve gone from having a roomie who fed on CamFrog and sometimes stripped her clothes off in front of her webcam. She got evicted from the house and so I lived a happy condominium life. A few months later I decided to move to a bigger place so I rented an apartment. I couldn’t afford to pay for the rent myself so I posted an ad on sulit.ph. A day after, these couple came to the house. they seemed really nice so I decided to count them as my new housemates.

They were quite generous enough to fill in the living room with furniture and CRT television. But I realized that they were not up to sharing. One time I was washing something on the sink and was having a good view on what’s on TV. They turned off the TV and the electric fan while I was in the middle of my chore. They did this about three times and so I thought, after the third time, that it’s time for me to get myself my own television.

They would also turn off the light as if I wasn’t around.

Each would take about 2 hours in the bathroom on a freaking rush hour.

They would slam the door.

They would ignore me.

But I won’t flinch. I stayed all-nice and quiet about this issue (because who the heck am I going to talk to, the horrible gossiper landlady? No, thanks.) but I know their weakness: they’re utterly superstitious. When we were still in speaking terms they would tell me about strange happenings near the bathroom. I told them “I know, they’re too many here and I know I’m not welcome.” The next few days, they brought home a palaspas, a bundle of dried leaves used to cast away spirits. A month later, they hung a crucifix in the living room. They also hung framed Bible verses on their door with weekly sampaguita offering.

I didn’t stop from there. My favorite is acting really scared in front of them. That really scares them.

So how do I deal with these kind of uncivilized people? I honestly don’t know. I plan of leaving the apartment early next year but I still have about one and a half months to reciprocate their treatment.

Tomorrow I’m planning to spend a nice three-hour bath during rush hour.