Tell Me About Crappy Roommates


Boy oh boy is this a thread I’ve been waiting forever for.
One of my roommates in college is genuinely one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.
Here’s an abbreviated list of grievances:

  • Constantly talked about our mutual roommate’s girlfriend and how much better she and him would be together, in front of my other roommate.
  • Talking about money as if it was nothing because his parents paid all his bills. Very much like Lucille Bluth’s “How much could a banana cost? $10?”
  • Getting onto my laptop while I was away to read a script I was writing and then criticizing it in front of all our friends.
  • Generally being an unprofessional jerk to underclassmen during a video shoot we were all doing and then starting a witch hunt when he found out that someone complained to the department heads about him.

These last three are very messed up so I’ll throw some warnings before each one:

CW: non-consensual drinking

This roommate was a big drinker and pot head and kept trying to get me to drink with them. I was 20 and extremely not interested in alcohol or drugs for some private reasons that he ignored leading to many an argument about me “missing out.” This culminated in him handing me drink at a party, telling me it was Pepsi and taking a sip to taste Pepsi and Vodka and I spit it out dumped it in the sink and left. Until the last day that I spoke to him, he maintains he didn’t do anything wrong there.

CW: Manipulating an impaired person

This roommate once hounded two of our female friends at a party to make out with each other while they were both extremely drunk and they did. He then showed them the video the next day which led to one of them crying and begging him to delete it, which he didn’t do.

CW: Suicide

This roommate was dating a woman whose father had just committed suicide. About two weeks later he broke up with her because he “was sick of hearing about her dad.” I still get sick to my stomach sometimes thinking about his cold dismissal of his girlfriend’s pain.


The things you CWed there are absolutely vile and gross and I hope you never have the misfortune of seeing him ever again.

I literally have nothing else to contribute here but seriously what the fuck. Gross hygiene and poor organization are one thing but social manipulation and outright toxicity are just infuriating.


Hmm I’ve got a few.

My first three years in college, I lived with people that I really liked and we were all nasty messes together. Our place was a wreck but we were okay.

My senior year, I got stuck in an on-campus apartment sharing a room with a transfer student two years younger than me. I was close with one of the guys in the other room, but the last roommate was barely an acquaintance.

Anyway, my immediate roommate was an annoying at first. He kept weird hours (think sleeping all afternoon and then being up all night), skipped class, didn’t clean, was always high and ate whatever food we actually kept. Tipping point for me was when he took a frisbee of mine without permission and broke the damn thing. Happened to take the only one that had some sentimental value to me. Of course, never apologized, even after I screamed at him. He was also sleeping around a bunch, stringing women along, and generally being a selfish asshole. He’d laugh when I’d tell him he was being a shitty person.

My only friend in the apartment dropped out of school and we got a freshman to move in. Of course, he was by far the most mature person in the room. My immediate roommate turned into an obsessive cleaner. The acquaintance decided it was his turn to be a nasty asshole. The only time he ever did dishes (and he used plenty) was when all three of us dragged him to the sink and made him.

The nastiest story started on a Friday afternoon. Our kitchen smelled especially bad and we finally localized the smell to the sink. Right on cue, the acquaintance walks in. We ask him, “hey do you know why the sink smells like death?” He responds, “Oh yeah, I threw up in the sink last night” and then just walks to his room. We all looked around at each other, dumbstruck that he was being stupid/selfish enough to not clean up after himself. After some gentle encouragement and threats, he finally got to work on the sink.

They also drank my beer and messed up some saves on my 360, which was just the cherry on the shit pie.

That last year was so infuriating that I lived alone until my girlfriend and I moved in together.


I grew up very Mexican (read: no personal space, lots of people in cramped rooms) and am very used to not having my way of things. People in college, however, tend to come from affluent or spoiled backgrounds and will cry over toilet paper. Anyway, I’ve lived with my fair share of crappy roommates and the worst were white (who swear they’re not racist).

  • Two of my white roommates called the RA to talk to me and other brown roommate to get us to stop saying “white people.” They had racist ass boyfriends too. And would complain when they found black hair strands but nothing about their blond hair filling the shower, of course.
  • The roommate who never showered and smelled. The entire floor told me their sympathies daily. That lasted one quarter.
  • The Russian roomies who would accuse me of stealing anything of theirs when they couldn’t find it - down to their pepper shakers. They would “invite” me to hang out and when I would agree, would question how much money I’m contributing upfront; if I’m expecting to get things for free. (There is much more on them but - ugh - I’ll leave it at that.)
  • The Dutch roomie who told me if I didn’t enjoy her music to go find ‘my peoples’ music
  • (CW: body fluids) Not roomies, but floormates: there was the person who left bloody pads on toilet seats, the one who drew a pentagram from feces onto the shower stalls, and the one who peed on our door from a little feud we had going on.

The thing is though, RAs will do jack shit about any of this, especially the racist ones. Colleges are real haven for them.


I had one that screamed in the shower. Every shower. And he worked out a lot, so he would shower a lot. And so he screamed a lot.

You think you’d get used to it, but it was never not terrifying.

He also loved ending arguments by storming out of the room and telling you to meditate.

And I came back from class once to find 40 people in our dorm all playing drums. He…invited them.


I lived that #dormlife for all 5 of my college years, so I’ve got plenty of bad roommate stories.

-My First Bad Roommate was honestly a nice guy, just an absolute terror to live with. He ate other people’s food, let his own food rot in our fridge, let his messes spill onto my side of the room constantly. He never took out the trash despite the fact he made the most of it. One time him and his friends just, hung out in our room till 5 am while I was trying to sleep.

The stand out worst part though, was his morning alarm was the first 5 seconds of Lost Woods theme, played at a million decibels. When my other roommate and I told him to please change it for the love of god, he did. To the first 5 seconds of the Imperial March, also at a million decibels.

-My Second Bad Roommate was one I didn’t have for long, and he was mostly alright honestly, except for three stand out moments that still baffle me to this day. He had a habit of absolutely trashing our bathroom and denying he did it, regardless of how busted he was. My personal favorite is when I found he had used my clippers to give himself a buzz, left his hair all over the place, then denied he did despite his new buzz cut and being the only one in the room with hair that color.

-My Third Bad Roommate is honestly a great guy. Issue is, he was a sound cloud rapper and we had thin walls. Seems like every time I wanted some peace and quiet, he wanted to make music. I couldn’t even ask him to tone it down because he always locked his door and wore sound cancelling headphones

My last roommate is the single worst person I’ve ever met in my entire fucking life.

CW: Racism, Physical Violence, Transphobia, White Nationalism

The worst roommate I ever had was actually a good roommate, but a fuckin horrid person. He was a private in the military who was in my university’s military officer program, while majoring in criminal justice. We didn’t talk much, so it took me a while to realize just how much of a piece of shit he was. What tipped me off was on the night of the Eric Garner trial, he dressed up in his military uniform, and went out to the protests in our city in the hopes of baiting someone into punching him so he could kick the shit out of them then claim self-defense. Later he asked me to read his final paper for a criminal justice class, and it might as well have been a fascist manifesto. In it he made the argument that in our prison system we should incentivize for life inmates and death row inmates to kill each other. With the reasoning that it will result in fewer expenses, only put the inmates in danger, and that the inmates didn’t matter because it’s not like they were REAL PEOPLE.

Got the fuck away from him soon after that. Looked him up recently on Facebook to see what happened to him. His timeline is full of white nationalist rhetoric and the most virulently transphobic memes I’ve ever seen.

Oh and he’s a cop now.


the final roommate story of the tidy racist is such a perfect encapsulation of the right’s core values


Oh hell yeah am I here for this. I’m about to graduate college and while I have been blessed with living with my current roommate from sophomore year to senior year, it came at the cost of an absolutely horrid freshman year roommate.

cw: gaslighting, homophobia, and grossness ala used menstrual pads

So I met her at orientation and you know that kind of extrovert who knows how to tell who an introvert is, knows how to talk to them and pull them into bigger friend groups? That’s what she was for me and it ended up being that she was the reason I made most of my friends freshman year, which is why I gave her a lot of slack until I looked back on it all without the rose colored glasses.

Her first big mess up was that she outed me to practically my entire dorm. I told her privately that I was bisexual after we decided to room together because I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t become A Problem. She was fine with it…but she also took that as license to tell EVERYBODY ELSE, apparently. It became obvious when I was referred to as “The Gay One” when there were multiple people in my dorm hall with the same name. Luckily, I go to a very LGBT positive school but I did get some shit comments from some of the guys who I was not comfortable calling out/calling in yet, so I just had to awkwardly laugh off a lot of the ways I was sexualized.

Second thing she did was deny how she was talking to our mutual friends behind my back. I knew she was because they would suddenly know things that I had only told her, and when I tried to ask her about it, I got a whole bunch of pearl-clutching “You’re my ROOMMATE, I wouldn’t DARE!” bs. Those other friends would eventually confirm that she was actively talking shit about me constantly and that I had been right all along, which retroactively messed with me because then I had trust issues for a while and even now hardly believe people who actively want to be my friend.

The third thing is much simpler but pretty gross. She’d leave her used pads pretty much everywhere. I spent more time than I now care to admit throwing them out and finding them on my side of the room.

I’m glad we only had a tiny dorm room when we were together because I saw how messy her larger apartment room got and would not have been able to handle that. She also ended up getting a dog as a therapy animal the next year that she made her new roommate take care of more than she ever did. Because she never trained the dog, the dog was constantly biting and jumping on people and peeing inside. Blessed that I wasn’t dealing with two awful roommates.


Question: Was your roommate part of some kind of Satanic death cult?


I had the worst housemate a few months ago. I accidentally forgot to lock my room door. Next thing I know a few of my games were missing, Call of Duty: WW2, Uncharted: Lost Legacy, Resi 7 and worst of all Nier: Automata, which I was about halfway through. Talked to housemate, said “I think we may have had a breakin, have you noticed any of your stuff going missing, because I’m going to contact the police”. After that he couldn’t look me in the eye or be in the same room as me. So pretty guilty behaviour. Next thing I know, I’m noticing amazon parcels sent to my house are being despatched but weirdly missing.

On top of this, he used all my pots and pans, never washed them up or put them back. The place was a mess. Our house has thin walls and I kept hearing him trash talking me to his girlfriend, making me out to be some rich posh person. I mean sure I went to private school, but I am definitely not rich (why else would I still be renting). He had a habit of calling me ‘gay’, probably because I didn’t have a girlfriend because I had just gotten out of a long term relationship. Which was hard man.

One time, his girlfriend was complaining how dirty the kitchen was. He blamed it all on me and then said how if I didn’t clean up, he’d beat me up (he was also ‘into’ MMA, watching it, probably not doing it). Little did he know, I was standing right behind him (I’m super stealthy when I need to be - even though I’m 6ft4 in height). Literally slammed the kitchen door and said “Is that right? Well my star sign did say I should try something new today, so let’s go outside and do something about it man!”

The look on his face. The sight of the man shrinking, deflating like a balloon. One of my proudest achievements. He was kicked out by the landlord soon after. Apparently he’s got big money problems. Big debt caused by online gambling and buying stuff he can’t afford. He’s also got a bad reputation around town, has had a history of being abusive to women, in particular an ex-girlfriend, so basically a straight up piece of shit. Apparently he had an abusive alcoholic father, which sucks, but at the same time - no time for scumbags.

Worst housemate ever.


No he just liked drums.


Would you say he was a bit of a drum-ass?


Just moved out a place with two women (21 and 22). One was okay but would enable the other who:

  • would just trash rooms and fill them with rubbish over the course of months before just abandoning them.

  • Left me about £300 out of pocket because they wouldn’t pay bills for months.

  • Refused to help pay for gas when our house had no insulation and we were getting sub zero temperatures outside for months.

  • when i came to them with the problems (with messages and scripts I’d gone over multiple times to remove any aggression) I’d be called aggressive and awful despite doing nothing to earn the name.

I’m no better though since I’m a housemate who can’t healthily discuss problems in the house. It just stressed me out to the point of breakdown + needing counseling and I’d never do anything but smile for the others. It was shit.


I’ve had plenty of bad roommates. I’ll not tell any stories of the alcoholics or women in abusive relationships.

I had one roommate who got home drunk at 3 in the morning and decided he wanted a prostitute. He called every escort in the phone book trying to compare rates. He was supposed to go to the ATM at the corner store to get cash and call one back but he passed out.

I live in eastern Canada. I had a roommate from Kuwait and he liked it hot. He had the heat blasting all summer long. His room had even more heaters and heat lights. It was like a sauna in there. When he’d finish in the shower everything in the bathroom would be wet; the floor, the counter, the toilet, everything. I guess he was used to the water just evaporating right away.


I lived with a guy who smoked weed all the time


Taped over a VHS tape of my high school band.

And what he taped over it was him having sex with some rando IN MY BED while I was gone for the weekend.

I shit you not.


Okay so I live with the same people I lived with in residence and to give alittle back story we all got along amazing and things were super super relaxed and laid back and we all got along splendidly. Come this year and we are now renting a home and suddenly they(just 2/5 specifically) became for lack of a better word nazis, they complain about everything, but yet do nothing for the house. One of them leaves her dishes out for hours but still fusses about the dishes another one says things need to be swept and vaccumed but never sweeps nor vaccums. They make all these absurd rules and if its not their way its the highway, theres no say for anyone but the two of them.

For instance, 3 weekends ago me and my other roomate, my boyfriend and her boyfirend were watching a movie and the other two made the biggest fuss over the volume, last week I had an essay I needed to work on and the two of them were screaming and blasting music, i asked them to turn it down and keep the volume low 4 times and no change.


So, I admit, in the grand scheme of things, this is not particularly bad, but still very odd at the time …

I had a roommate in college who, every single time he came back to the room - EVERY SINGLE TIME - would put on his VHS of Top Gun, put his desk chair in front of the TV, and just … watch. Whether it was 3:00 PM or 3:00 AM. Sometimes a couple minutes, sometimes the entire movie. It wasn’t a symptom of OCD or anything, at least nothing diagnosed. He just really liked it. (In his defense, I once watched the Steve Martin remake of Father of the Bride almost every day for an entire summer, so I get it.) Other than that, he was a completely average, kind of fun, typical student.


Heh, I would come home from parties and fall asleep to The Dark Knight most weekends for a solid 3 years in college.

I totally get it.


What was it like being roommates with the dude from the Chronicles or Riddick copy pasta?