Living with parents kind of puts the kibosh on dating?

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You mean they want you to work for free? Your employers suck man.

You should move to a town which is cheaper and more exciting.

moving takes money which i don't have

i'd need a job there....which i don't have



in other news: the sky is blue.

Unfortunately parents don't always remain in their own room. They have a tendency to barge in. Just because they knock it doesn't necessarily mean they're going to wait for permission to enter. If you tell them not to come in they may come in and ask why not.

Methinks 'tiny houses' are going to get a lot more popular among people like us in the near future.

Not much respect to be had even where I am seen as some tech savant wunderkind.

Flatmates do this to. I hate people, life really does seem like a punishment.

Not for me I hope

Indeed they do. Don't have flatmates either.




Sometimes I wonder if our world is actually the Hell of another world.

Don’t forget the overpopulation, the biggest problem facing humanity is overpopulation.

I bought a lock for my door, has a key hole on other side and only I have the keys.

I should have done this in my last flat. Then maybe half my stuff wouldn’t have been stolen. Too trusting, too nice. People don’t deserve nice. It’s what life is teaching me.

seriously i see nothing funny about bashing dateless guys.

i have an aspie friend who moved out of the US since he couldn't sustain himself there, not even with two degrees. he managed in europe, after a lot of struggle. his dating prognosis is the same as it ever was, that is - nilch.

Two years ago, I lived at a place where I could lock my room from outside, but not from inside. Funnily enough, a female friend of flatmate mistook once my room for the bathroom in the middle of the night and was about as shocked as me when she saw my obese silhouette in the dark, turning around in bed to face the door. Since that night, I made sure to block the door with a couple of heavy suitcases before going to bed, so at least any forceful intruder would topple them like dominoes and hopefully wake me up with the noise in time to reäct.

Now I live at a place where I can lock my room from inside, but not from outside. Distrust of one's flatmates is frowned upon.

I've never lived at a place where I was clearly allowed to have sex, unless, perhaps, if my sexual partner had also been a tenant (yeah, like she'd care to follow the rules if she actually wanted to have sex with me!—when you're used to obeying the rules because there's not much else worthwhile you can do, you keep forgetting most people aren't pathetic losers like you); however, most of my flatmates had no trouble having healthy, vibrant (yeah, I've often heard the vibration) sex lives. Go figure!

I rent from my parents and have had next to no problems with getting laid. Where there’s a will, there’s a way!

If you have your own entrance, it makes it much easier.

I don't believe Sly has his own entrance.

My mother and I couldn't get along, even though I paid about 1/3 to 1/4 of the rent for the apartment which we were sharing. I had to leave; otherwise, who knows what might have happened....