New Roomate Gripe - I did not know it was possible that a person could never - Shut Up!

He talks almost ALL the time...about stupid inane stuff...even when you are trying to watch a movie...or doing something else...like finances... and he's ducking his head around to force eye contact...AARGH!

And then when he's not actually talking to you...he's giving a running play by play commentary on his activity of the moment..."I'm sitting down and shifting my buttcheeks and finding a comfy spot." "I'm eating my first spoonful of yummy pudding. I'm eating my second spoonful of yummy pudding."

Or if he's not doing that- he's humming.

And if he's not humming he's loudly sucking his teeth or something.

I could not live with someone who talks all the time. I live mostly inside my own head with a minimum of chatter. This guy needs Skittles to KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!

But there's really no polite way to tell somebody to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I usually just stop them mid-sentence and say "what the fuck is your point?" and they usually take the hint. That's just me though.

that would talk endlessly about total crap when I was trying to concentrate and shit, and he always talked at the worse times, do you know what I mean? I mean, a little talking sometimes is good, but when you are trying to concentrate or do something important, the last thing I need to hear is some guy babbling on about how he cut himself shaving this morning and he could not stop the bleeding without going through a whole roll of toilet paper and how he was thinking about buying a first aid kit the other day in case something like this ever happens but he never got around to it because, you know, they can be somewhat expensive ans if he spent the money on a first aid kit, he would not have enough money to buy dinner so he decided to forget about the first aid kit for now. There are several types of first aid kits you can buy. The smallest have just a few band-aids in them, and maybe some ointment.

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Fuck that

This guy is probably terrified of actually being alone and having to listen to his own thoughts.

(Or, I suppose he could just be an annoying dick.)

It was bad enough in college. But after college I lived on my own for several years. I could go days without saying a word. Ahhhh...heaven.

and since we're death do us part, I'm praying for an early grave.
(Isn't that a country and western song? )

I paraphrase John Lennon in "I'm So Tired,"
"I'd give you every thing I got for a little peace AND QUIET."
:banghead:

talked nonstop and, on the occasion that he'd be saying something worth discussing, you'd never get a word in edgewise.

my husband and i were living with him before we got married and i honestly think the wedding never would have happened if we'd continued living with him because it put so much strain on our relationship

Like a Chatty Cathy doll with the string permanently pulled. She got it honestly, her mother was worse.

I kept saying I was going to have the South Austin Yenta-Off between Mary and my neighbor Carol.
Mary had the edge in words per minute and Carol had the edge in volume.

of hours ago, I would think my mother had died and her "spirit" (or whatever) had invaded your roomie
Esp with the teeth sucking
I guess he fidgets, scratches and sighs, too?

:scared:

I even snapped at her once. I was very happy to get another job to get away from her constantly talking to herself about what she was doing.

She drove me nuts. Yanking out my hair nuts.

I'm exhausted after an hour with her. She is a retired... wait for it... speech therapist. ACK!

"Hey, I'm trying to concentrate here"?

Or that old stand-by - "STFU already!!"

They need to be smacked. Honestly, take my husband and me. We will sit in a totally quiet house me in my recliner, he is his, and never say a word to each other for hours. Silence is comfort.
I think it lends to how unconfident someone is in their own skin and mind that they can't stand silence. Maybe they are just unsure. Maybe you speak to them about them never shut up. Talk to him, reassure him...then tell him to shut the hell up. =)
Duckie

We can talk about anything. But the comfortable quiet is magic.

because of a person like that.

After the offices had been completed, she still hollered "bless you" when somebody sneezed.

Some people just have to talk.

Major case of motor mouth - I was actually wondering the other day if I could get my hands on some tranquilizer darts or something. It's not all the time, thank bog, but when it starts...

Nobody forced you to have a roommate. Nor this roommate.
I have two cats, and I love everything they say.
dc

Yes...we do need a room mate.

Thanks for the input to my life tho.

Don't they?

nervous and insecure and fears the whole situation of meeting someone new. If things don't ease up, then deal with it.

that his mouth was covered with duct tape?

Ummm...you could move out in the middle of the night.

mostly great roommates in the past. I'm happy to live alone w/my kitty but if I found a roommate that was perfect for me, I think I'd enjoy it. It's just that you really have to be careful when choosing them. I wouldn't be able to have an S.O. who talked too much. As far as your roommate goes, I would without question tell him in a nice way that silence it really important to you.

It's called Andonanon

...but

:spray:

Just made me laugh.

Hey, if you're pretty sure he's not some axe murderer, just say it - say it - "SHUT UP!"

He's going to be gone for two weeks now.

:woohoo:

:grr:

But I really don't care to hear every random thought that passes through his brain.

"Don't taze me, bro!... OWWWWWWW!!!"

I can't stand yappers...they're like those little dogs that just don't know when to stop barking...SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!!!!!!

I know plenty of people who need the shut-off switch on the back of their fucking heads...yappers, blabbers, BLAH BLAH fuckity-BLAH. I can't take overly-talkative pricks

SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOESN'T YOUR FUCKING MOUTH GET TIRED OF MOVING?


EVER?

Drives me (and others) nuts. Plus he gets insulted if you tell him you need to concentrate or something. That's why I use headphones.

His "did you have a good lunch" (dude, we only get 30 minutes, how much fun could I have?) turns into "so what did you have for lunch" turns into wanting more details about my lunchtime. Ok, you just saw me 31 minutes ago...not a full day or a weekend, 31 minutes.
If it's not that, it's other off the wall, random commments that he tries to turn into a full conversation.
Forced idle chatter gets on my last nerve. Stop. Just stop. Especially if my nose is to the keyboard/computer screen and I am not looking at you and giving you loooonnnnggg pauses in between my answers to you.

why is that so hard?