At this point I'm just sharing the most ridiculous situations incurred when living in a home shared by an obeast. This is the latest thing but has been bugging me since I moved in.
I love scented candles. I don't do the really sweet cinnamon bun or cupcake scented candles I prefer things like eucalyptus, patchouli, linen, anything kinda earthy or fresh and clean scented. I have a candle warmer light thing and usually have one of those scents on it all the time.
All that being said, I'm not a total inconsiderate bitch and don't mind not using scented candles or whatever with people that have allergies or are especially sensitive to them. Guess who can't deal with my candle? If you guessed hammate, ding, ding, you win! So, being considerate I never have it on unless she's gone for the weekend or whatever.
Last week I discovered a new candle store in an adjacent city that sells soy candles which I love even more. Wide variety of fragrances. I got one for my mom who is sensitive to overpowering smells and she loves it.
Just now I had received a catalog from Yankee Candle company and mumbled something about I may as well throw it away since I can't burn any of the scents I like. Hammie is all "yeah, I know it sucks but it is what it is."
Here's the thing. She has her own candle she burns whenever she feels like it. Take a guess at the scent. If you guessed Cupcake Frosting you totally have the obeast figured out! I mentioned that I was going to try the soy candles and see how that goes and she said "oh, no, I can't do anything soy." Me "I bet if i get a cupcake scented one you can." Her response "yeah, probably so."
I just keep telling myself I will be moving out in a year. I will be moving out in a year. I want to be able to burn my candles. I want a dog. I want to use my beautiful dishes in the kitchen. I don't want to freaking constantly wash used solo cups and try to squeeze them into an already overflowing cabinet full of glasses. WTF!
*I will probably have a story a day for a while now that I've hit my breaking point.
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[–] l23r ago
Sounds like hoarding type behaviour. Good thing you're getting out of there in like a year.
I'm surprised the plastic shit doesn't melt in the dishwasher.
[–] DammitMoonMoon [S] 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Honestly, when she's not around I throw a piece away here and there. I mean, give me an effin break. We have a drawer full (cram packed full) of plastic cutlery. Some individually wrapped like you get when you order take out, others boxed, some loose. Then last weekend she did an Easter dinner with her family and went out and bought new, full size packages of... plastic ware and paper plates. We had plenty already. There were 6 people here, not a freaking huge party. So now the over crowded packed plastic utensil drawer is even more stuffed.
I seriously had a jaw drop moment when I opened the dishwasher one day to find a plastic drinking straw in there. I mean, you know the kind you get in your to go drinks? Yeah, it was in the dishwasher. I threw it away.
I do a little subversive stuff from time to time. Nothing overt bc I don't want to have to rush to move out but just enough for me to get a hint of satisfaction in this cartoon world I'm living in. I agree, I think hoarding is a problem.
[–] l23r 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
If I were you, after my shit was packed and I was ready to move, I'd get a few garbage bags and throw out 99% of her plastic shit. I'm nice like that.