Stupidus Populus

Stupid People.

Another loathe that deserves a full on rant entry.

This entry is about a particular household in Pennsylvania. Mckees Rocks, PA to be exact.

I first met P on an online game called Ragnarok Online. Which, I'll have to thank P for introducing me to my loving partner in life. I'll fastforward a bit.

As time went on and I've talked to P more and more, I've noticed how dense he truly is. Now, in RO, I went under the gender of female. So obviously he originally thought me to be a woman. (Even though I am, just not quite 100% there yet.)

One night I decided to tell him I was a guy. I thought he understood what I was saying to him, but the next day he continued to act as though I was still a woman. I merely shrugged it off because maybe, just maybe he was just being considerate of my mentality.

But anyway, my girlfriend is currently staying there at P's 'house'. Though, I should call it a pig sty. It needs major "Clean Sweep" action. You hear that, Clean Sweep people? Get on the case immediately if not sooner.

Apparently he sleeps on the floor. His brother Jam has more of a brain than he does. Or let me rephrase. Jam is a normal person. P is on a whole different world of his own.

Now. My girlfriend Alex is a very light sleeper. Thanks to P, her sleeping schedule is really messed up. At first when she arrived, she had fun playing video games a lot. Time passed, and now she's bored out of her skull. So she sleeps all day on purpose. Just to end the day quicker.

But anyway. Jam is nice enough, and smart enough to understand what she says when she says she is a light sleeper. So even playing all night with the TV on keeps her awake. Jam realizes this and doesn't play all night.

P is a whole other story. She'll tell P that she is a light sleeper, and turns the TV off while he is playing. He apologizes. She lays back down and tries to get some sleep. 15 minutes later, the tv is back on and he's playing again. Every time. P is so dense that if you kill him he won't even know he's dead.

She's told P this repeatedly, and still, every 15 minutes, he's back to playing all night. Ugh.

And that's just about P. Now there's J. P's older brother. He's the human equivalent of Snorlax minus sleeping. I kid you not. He eats more than his own bodyweight. He'll empty out anyone's fridge without hesitation. He's so damn lazy, they have a stray untrained dog named Patches that roams around the house, occasionally crapping everywhere. He'll crap in J's room and J couldn't care less. He leaves plates in his room. His room is right next to the damned kitchen. Talk about fracking lazy.

P could have a room of his own if they just cleaned up the basement. Yep, you betcha. Basement is full of dog crap and old crap that could probably be thrown out without second thought.

This particular dog has chewed up a lot of my girlfriend's new clothing she had purchased while there, and get this, it even knows how to bite on boobs. What the hell kind of dog does this? Not any normal dog I'll tell you that much.

I'm surprised these people aren't homeless. Well.. they would be if M wasn't around. M is the backbone in the whole place. At least P somehow "pays" rent. Yes. P makes money. By doing nothing. He lives off his social security even though he's younger than I am. 500$ a month. More than I make and I have a fracking job.

All P does is sleep and play video games. Sure, P has "anti-social" issues, but who doesn't? He can work as a receiver for most stores and work in the receiving room and just stock stuff. It's not that hard to find a job with a disorder like that. Plenty of businesses are looking for receivers.

It doesn't help that M is majorly stressed out and wants to leave. She will, eventually. What then, P and co.? What then?