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Beef - only served for dinner with large grains of salt
13 years ago
Hi. My name is Satorides. Most people can't say it (or are disappointed in the phonetic and anglicized satori desu) and call me by my given name; Billy.
Just the facts. There are always three sides - your side, my side - and reality.
This is my side.
I rented a room to Shard in 2009. He started out a great roommate. Funny and witty and a charming personality. He's obviously very bright and can carry on a great conversation.
Within two weeks he was spam texting Sky telling him he was in love with him and they should date. Sky was freaked out. I told Sky it would be okay - I would handle it. He would be safe. I felt Shard was harmless.
The next 10 months were difficult at times and often very bad. I don't think I can properly write how much time, energy and personial self I gave to Shard in helping him through crises after crises. I don't think I could have given or done any more for him than I did in those months he lived here. I doubt any one person has given or done as much for him with the exception of Chibi.
He was abusive. His anger and selfhatred were often directed at me.
He was disrespectful. He rented a room and we all shared the common areas. He regularly camped out in the common areas and no one could make use of them. No one else was using them so they were his to use however he wanted to without care that the furniture belonged to someone else and was not disposable.
He was unemployed for several months - but his mother was so grateful for all I was doing she gladly paid Shard's rent so he could continue living here.
He got a new job. He enrolled in school. He was applying for an out of state internship - it was great! We had weeks of a happy Shard.
In November he was not invited to a potluck and the rest of us in the house were. This began a downward spiral that never had an up cycle.
Thanksgiving weekend was nonstop abusive texts from Shard. 5 full days. He apologized on Tuesday - then immediately went back into another round.
Then I noticed something. My couch was broken. The right side had a permanent "Shard" indentation. I watched as he reclined the couch - would squirm out of it in recline position - fix a bowl of something to eat - then flop back down on it full force.
I pulled the couch out and examined it - all the springs on that side were twisted and broken. My $800 couch ruined by someone who didn't even care.
So I did something very adult: I told him he could no longer sit on the couch. At all. There were three other chairs in that room and numerous others in the house he could move - but the couch was offlimits.
He fell apart. "This is the common room - it's for everybody! If this is your furniture then move it to your room if it is in here anyone can use it." "I am not paying full rent - if I can't sit on the couch I am not paying full rent!" Every day I would come home from work, turn off the TV and say to Shard: "You may not sit on the couch. Rent is $400."
He lay flat on the couch - you can't make me get off the couch!
So I served him notice that he had 10-days to repair the breech or he would have to find a different place to live. He tore it up stating he would lay on the couch for 9-days and then get off it.
I turned off his Internet connection.
He was immediately in my room bellowing at the top of his lungs TURN BACK ON MY INTERNET!
I was scared. I am under no illusions that Shard could inflict grave physicval harm on me. I was quiet. I was direct. I will turn your Internet back on - you may not sit on the couch and rent is $400.
Shard leaves - slamming the door. I go back to cooking. I don't even know what I have put in the pot at this point the thing was going to taste like ashes anyway. I called my good friend also named Billy to come over.
Shard storms back in the house and flings a folder at me. It is all of his insurance information. He just accidentally ran into my car breaking my front bumper.
I took too long to copy the cards and information - finally I tried scanning it to print it. My hands were shaking so hard and I couldn't think. Shard begins bellowing and screaming again that I am taking too long and he is going to be late for school. Bellowing.
The other roommates got involved at this point and there was a screaming match in the hallway. Shard threatening to punch them both.
Shard heads to the kitchen rommates go to their rooms - I am standing in the hallway between the kitchen and the bedrooms. Scared to death in my own home and I'll be damned if there is going to be a fight in my house.
He left screaming down the hallway everyone else could just leave if they weren't happy.
I called his Dad. He knew who I was. I explained the situation and I needed Shard's mom's phone number. He understood. He had seen the same behaviors before. I called his mom. I told her Shard couldn't live here anymore. My son was coming the very next week - I could not have Shard in my home it wasn't safe. I asked her to get ahold of Shard and have him stay at a friend's for the night. The roommates were wired and I didn't want a fight. In the morning - we would figure it out.
Unfortunately - Shard's mother told him I had threatened to call the police if he came home. I never said any such thing to her.
Shard texted me furious. He needed clothes for work. I asked him to come through the garage I would help him get what he needed - tomorrow we will figure everything out.
Shard arrived through the front door with a big whitre pickup truck. He was leaving - not for the night but for good. He was packing up all of his things and leaving that very night. Three hours later he tossed the keys on the floor and left - being sure to tell me what a foul human being I was.
He wasn't tossed out on the streets. He wasn't kicked out to live on the cold sidewalk. He left rarther than not sit on a couch. He chose to leave that night. He wasn't homeless - he went with a friend.
He told me to throw everything else away or sell it - he wasn't coming back.
I went back to his room. It was a disaster. He left his new bed, his wallet, social security card, pictures, bills, clothes, knives, swords - - many precious things to him. I took pictures. I documented the destruction. I knew better than to let anything be lost.
The next day I called Shard's mother and we made arrangements for his things. She came that weekend and we packed up everything. I made her box up all but the obvious garbage (soda cans and fast food wrappers) as anything could be important. She took most of it in the SUV that day but some boxes sat for a few weeks in my garage.
His bed we wrapped carefully in plastic and I stored it in my garage until it could be retrieved - months later. It took Zander, Sky, me and Shard's mom all together to move that.
His mother thanked me again. She had seen him toss himself onto her furniture and had been scared when he would bellow and rage in her home. Now - I am not naiive, maybe she was shining me on in an awkward situation and by thanking me avoided unpleasantess.
It was an ugly evening that was the end of an ugly year.
I promised I would never subject myself or the people sharing my home to that abuse again. Shard is not welcome in my home and not allowed to attend any events held here. I wish him well and hope he makes something of his life.
Satorides, Queen of the Desert
Just the facts. There are always three sides - your side, my side - and reality.
This is my side.
I rented a room to Shard in 2009. He started out a great roommate. Funny and witty and a charming personality. He's obviously very bright and can carry on a great conversation.
Within two weeks he was spam texting Sky telling him he was in love with him and they should date. Sky was freaked out. I told Sky it would be okay - I would handle it. He would be safe. I felt Shard was harmless.
The next 10 months were difficult at times and often very bad. I don't think I can properly write how much time, energy and personial self I gave to Shard in helping him through crises after crises. I don't think I could have given or done any more for him than I did in those months he lived here. I doubt any one person has given or done as much for him with the exception of Chibi.
He was abusive. His anger and selfhatred were often directed at me.
He was disrespectful. He rented a room and we all shared the common areas. He regularly camped out in the common areas and no one could make use of them. No one else was using them so they were his to use however he wanted to without care that the furniture belonged to someone else and was not disposable.
He was unemployed for several months - but his mother was so grateful for all I was doing she gladly paid Shard's rent so he could continue living here.
He got a new job. He enrolled in school. He was applying for an out of state internship - it was great! We had weeks of a happy Shard.
In November he was not invited to a potluck and the rest of us in the house were. This began a downward spiral that never had an up cycle.
Thanksgiving weekend was nonstop abusive texts from Shard. 5 full days. He apologized on Tuesday - then immediately went back into another round.
Then I noticed something. My couch was broken. The right side had a permanent "Shard" indentation. I watched as he reclined the couch - would squirm out of it in recline position - fix a bowl of something to eat - then flop back down on it full force.
I pulled the couch out and examined it - all the springs on that side were twisted and broken. My $800 couch ruined by someone who didn't even care.
So I did something very adult: I told him he could no longer sit on the couch. At all. There were three other chairs in that room and numerous others in the house he could move - but the couch was offlimits.
He fell apart. "This is the common room - it's for everybody! If this is your furniture then move it to your room if it is in here anyone can use it." "I am not paying full rent - if I can't sit on the couch I am not paying full rent!" Every day I would come home from work, turn off the TV and say to Shard: "You may not sit on the couch. Rent is $400."
He lay flat on the couch - you can't make me get off the couch!
So I served him notice that he had 10-days to repair the breech or he would have to find a different place to live. He tore it up stating he would lay on the couch for 9-days and then get off it.
I turned off his Internet connection.
He was immediately in my room bellowing at the top of his lungs TURN BACK ON MY INTERNET!
I was scared. I am under no illusions that Shard could inflict grave physicval harm on me. I was quiet. I was direct. I will turn your Internet back on - you may not sit on the couch and rent is $400.
Shard leaves - slamming the door. I go back to cooking. I don't even know what I have put in the pot at this point the thing was going to taste like ashes anyway. I called my good friend also named Billy to come over.
Shard storms back in the house and flings a folder at me. It is all of his insurance information. He just accidentally ran into my car breaking my front bumper.
I took too long to copy the cards and information - finally I tried scanning it to print it. My hands were shaking so hard and I couldn't think. Shard begins bellowing and screaming again that I am taking too long and he is going to be late for school. Bellowing.
The other roommates got involved at this point and there was a screaming match in the hallway. Shard threatening to punch them both.
Shard heads to the kitchen rommates go to their rooms - I am standing in the hallway between the kitchen and the bedrooms. Scared to death in my own home and I'll be damned if there is going to be a fight in my house.
He left screaming down the hallway everyone else could just leave if they weren't happy.
I called his Dad. He knew who I was. I explained the situation and I needed Shard's mom's phone number. He understood. He had seen the same behaviors before. I called his mom. I told her Shard couldn't live here anymore. My son was coming the very next week - I could not have Shard in my home it wasn't safe. I asked her to get ahold of Shard and have him stay at a friend's for the night. The roommates were wired and I didn't want a fight. In the morning - we would figure it out.
Unfortunately - Shard's mother told him I had threatened to call the police if he came home. I never said any such thing to her.
Shard texted me furious. He needed clothes for work. I asked him to come through the garage I would help him get what he needed - tomorrow we will figure everything out.
Shard arrived through the front door with a big whitre pickup truck. He was leaving - not for the night but for good. He was packing up all of his things and leaving that very night. Three hours later he tossed the keys on the floor and left - being sure to tell me what a foul human being I was.
He wasn't tossed out on the streets. He wasn't kicked out to live on the cold sidewalk. He left rarther than not sit on a couch. He chose to leave that night. He wasn't homeless - he went with a friend.
He told me to throw everything else away or sell it - he wasn't coming back.
I went back to his room. It was a disaster. He left his new bed, his wallet, social security card, pictures, bills, clothes, knives, swords - - many precious things to him. I took pictures. I documented the destruction. I knew better than to let anything be lost.
The next day I called Shard's mother and we made arrangements for his things. She came that weekend and we packed up everything. I made her box up all but the obvious garbage (soda cans and fast food wrappers) as anything could be important. She took most of it in the SUV that day but some boxes sat for a few weeks in my garage.
His bed we wrapped carefully in plastic and I stored it in my garage until it could be retrieved - months later. It took Zander, Sky, me and Shard's mom all together to move that.
His mother thanked me again. She had seen him toss himself onto her furniture and had been scared when he would bellow and rage in her home. Now - I am not naiive, maybe she was shining me on in an awkward situation and by thanking me avoided unpleasantess.
It was an ugly evening that was the end of an ugly year.
I promised I would never subject myself or the people sharing my home to that abuse again. Shard is not welcome in my home and not allowed to attend any events held here. I wish him well and hope he makes something of his life.
Satorides, Queen of the Desert
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