He was a controlling, violent, temperamental (more so towards the anger side of emotions), arrogant, easily butthurt, manipulative, unreasonable, insufferable, idiotic, and delusional man-child.
He was also a HUGE stoner, to the point of addiction. He used to do meth, and during his stay, he did plenty of uppers and various other snorted drugs. I have 0 fucking clue about some of the stuff he did at this point, but you could literally walk by his room and HEAR him snort the shit at night. He made 0 attempts at trying to fix his shit.
A few examples:
He hardly paid his share of the electricity bill, if ever (it was a pay-as-you-go payment plan), and insisted that not only does he get a say in using the A/C, but that he had full control over it at any time, disregarding me and the other mate's desires even though we actually paid for power that month.
He works at a bagel shop. That's fine. But this one time, he tried to get a job at a call center and for 2 whole fucking weeks was bragging about how he was gonna be making bank at the rate of $15 an hour and blah dee fuckin' blah. So, he quits his job, putting in his 2 weeks, 3 weeks before getting the other job. He decides to do some stupid detox bullshit to clear his system, and goes to take the test. He fails it, OF COURSE. Then, for the next week, he asks me and the other mate for help with shit like getting around and buying weed and food and whatever. He then kept using the excuse of "You guys don't get it, I was assed out of money!" No, you stupid piece of shit. You did this to yourself, we don't owe you anything for your own shitty mistakes.
His bragging and arrogance. If you had a good day, he'd have to one-up you. If he couldn't, he'd be an angsty asshat the rest of the day and blame it on "other" issues. He had this ego built up inside of him that is defined simply by Genghis Khan: It is not sufficient that I succeed; all others must fail. If you had a good day, he had better. If you were good at X thing, he does better OR he was suddenly gonna learn how to be amazing at it and then would go on about how he can learn things easily.
How he'd cry about his girl problems. He constantly cycled through women he met online; the entire time we lived together he had SOME girl he could just ask to fuck, whether it was a fuck buddy or a girlfriend. I don't mind that. What I minded was that he seemed to ALWAYS have issues with them. Oh, X girl is too skinny? Y girl is always busy? Girl Z is friends with the neighbor now, so you're being a jealous ass?
How EVERY time something showed him in a negative light, he'd "correct" everybody to make sure he was in the positive. Ironically, and obviously, this made everyone realize how much of a shitlord he is, and pretty much everyone didn't give a shit for his correcting of us.
Whenever he was called out on bullshit, he would go from one to a million in seconds. We called him out on his A/C bullshit, we called him out on how he acts entitled to help from us, we called him out on his blatant and obvious lies. He wouldn't stop to try and talk it out with us, he wouldn't apologize and try to work things out. No, he would yell at us for being assholes and literally start slamming shit in his room. During our A/C issues, he was so insistent that he had control over the A/C, that I had to go to his father, HIS FATHER, to ask for help in getting through to him. His dad called him, and tried to help me and the mate out. The neighbors in our area (we were the 3rd floor apartment) heard his screaming and yelling. He was so pissed off that his dad "took our side", that he screamed at him about how everyone was an asshole to him.
His passive-aggression. I gave him a few rides here and there when he paid me for gas to get to and from work. But then, he would start asking for a ride without paying and promising that he'd pay me later. To date, I have received 0 payments from him for these rides. The days that I said no to him, he'd then get ready in front of our door (he would always get ready in his room or our bathroom otherwise) and start moaning and bitching about how hard his day was gonna be. Whoopty fucking doo, kid. I hated my job as much as you hate yours, but that doesn't mean you get a free ride from me.
His entire (poorly executed) manipulative personality. You see, I attempted suicide twice while living there. I currently no longer live there, and I'm honestly happy about that. My parents are reasonable to an extent; he never was... Until he was threatened. He was an angry asshole until me and the other mate decided to kick him out, together. That conversation went like: Me(C): "A, we need to talk." A: "Dude, I've had a long day, and I'm not in the mood. I don't wanna talk right now, and-" Me(cutting him off): "I don't want you living here anymore. You're a horrible roommate." A: "Oh yea? Why don't we ask B what he thi-" B: "A, if C is so tired and weary from you bullshit, then I'm gonna have to agree with him. You gotta go." Suddenly, he was open to talking. Suddenly, he did a 180 on his attitude and personality. A managed to convince B that he should be given one last chance. Note, that would mark the 6th or 7th chance we had given him. For the rest of the time I lived there, A was suddenly a nice guy, knowing that if he fucked up, he was out. That was the deal; the moment I decided I didn't want him there, yes, me, B would support me, and A would be gone. So, he was a nice guy. I attempted suicide twice during that span. Other reasons aside, part of it was dealing with him. I couldn't bring myself to kick him out for small outbursts; it would've taken another one of his "power plays" and the like for me to be over the edge. Sadly, due to aforementioned other reasons and that, it chipped away at my morale. I tried once, failed. Tried again later, failed. It was at #2 that I finally moved out. In fact, their lease ends at the end of this month (they're not renewing from what I've heard). The thing is, before I moved out and after the attempt at kicking him out, A was Mr. Super Nice Guy. He would always ask to hang out, always offered his weed, always offered booze, always did things to appeal to me and B. I didn't enjoy it because I could tell it was him trying to cater to us, but at the least, he tried to be a nicer mate. Now that I've moved out, A never texts or talks on FB, never bothers to check up on me, never cares to respond to my attempts to say hi, etc. B on the other hand has hung out with me and we've had a grand time each time. It's been great. This only further proved to me that A was only doing shit to make sure he stayed, basically showing that he only gave a shit when I had that "power" over him.
In the end, it worked out for me and B. A has to move back in with his parents, B has an apartment waiting for him after the lease ends, and I'm living with my parents, dogs, baby brother, and grandma. It's better for me and B.
Fuck you, A. You're the only person on Earth, that I personally know, that I'd tell to kill himself and would not regret telling you so if you did.
So, A, kill yourself you cuntweed shitlord pencildick.