Yup! I lived with someone like that. They kept getting really sick with respiratory problems and when they finally cleaned their room there were about 6-7 dishes COVERED in a black fuzzy mold under their bed. It smelled so bad and we ended up having to throw some dishes away because they wouldn’t get clean and to their surprise, they stopped getting as sick. This person was also known to leave bowls of alcoholic vomit in their rooms for days/weeks at a time too. It was disgusting and I am thankful I’m not stuck living with them anymore. To my knowledge, they still haven’t. Believe it Official I don’t always stop and look at airplanes oh wait yes i do vintage shirt or not, they had worse problems and we tried to have interventions and to get them professional help but you can’t help someone that doesn’t want to help themselves.
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I’ve had my experience with that too. Another friend invited me to his house and when I got there I could tell he was nervous. He said something like “please don’t touch anything and we’ll go straight to my room”. His house was waist-deep of random junk with a narrow path to the bedrooms. When I got to his room it was a completely different world. Sparsely decorated and everything put away. He was refusing to grow up the same as his parents while living in their home – it was an incredible contrast. My wife and I are children of hoarders. We both have inherited a little of that tendency. I never got to the path stage but did have every counter, tabletop, and a basement full. Our youngest son would clean his room and rearrange it all the Official I don’t always stop and look at airplanes oh wait yes i do vintage shirt time. I’m pretty sure that was in reaction to our hoarding mess.
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I once had a roommate who was like Pig-Pen from Charlie Brown. One day I noticed we were missing most of our bowls and silverware. I couldn’t find the missing kitchenware anywhere in the house. Did I think maybe Kenny broke them? NOPE! Turns out Kenny had hidden HALF EATEN BOWLS OF MAC AND CHEESE IN HIS GOD DAMN DRESSER. Fortunately, it was easy mac so it wasn’t moldy. Just dried up and hard as a rock. It wasn’t until we found a glass of rotten milk in his broken mini-fridge that he taped shut (rather than you know throwing out the Official I don’t always stop and look at airplanes oh wait yes i do vintage shirt fucking milk) that we kindly, but firmly asked him to leave and find somewhere else to live.