Tom1351 said:
You're 15. Do your chores, learn how to do them, and then post a new topic when you're in college complaining about a roommate who won't clean up his own messes. That's how chores are character building; by doing them, you don't become that guy who's a slob, relied on his parents for everything, and never learned to grow up.
When I first moved off campus one of the two other guys I was going to room with in the apartment backed out last minute and we had to find someone. A friend suggested one of his frat buddies who was looking for a place to stay. We called him, seemed like a nice guy over the phone, and decided he'd be fine. Biggest mistake ever. The guy didn't do dishes, he didn't clean his room, he never once cleaned up his bathroom (the one on the main floor that everyone who visited would use; we had to direct them downstairs to our bathroom because there were layers of black stuff all over everything in his), he didn't throw anything of his own away, he ate our food, he refused to help us cook dinner or clean up dinner, and so on ans so forth, to the point where he literally lived off the couch. He would eat on the couch while playing video games, he would leave his plates and trash on the couch, he slept on the couch because his room was too messy to walk through... To top it all off, he took showers maybe twice a week.
Hell, we were doing dishes and he walked in the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a leftover sandwich that was mine, proceeded to open it up and watch us doing dishes. We asked him to help, and you know what he said? "No," before walking back to his couch and going back to playing Dragon Age at the loudest volume possible (which, by the way, he would do until 5am every night. I still can't play that game with the music on because it makes me want to blow something up). He pulled the same shit as we were cooking dinner; we asked if he'd help, since we were making enough for him. He said no, then walked off. We ended up hiding "his" portion of the meal in a mini-fridge we bought so we could store our stuff in it. He even had the gall at one point, after we'd moved most of our stuff to the mini-fridge, where we had moved the food because he was hungry.
By the end of the year we'd started stacking all the dishes and trash he left out in his room for him to clean up. Even then, he just walked around it, or moved stuff so he could walk around it.
We kicked him out when we signed the new lease, and he's living by himself now. Went over there once, just to be nice, and his place is almost exactly the same as his room was; shit everywhere, trash littering the floor and furniture, clothes piled up on his floor, etc. Places smelled like someone took a shit on the floor and tried to clean it up with sewer water.
And that's why you do your chores; so you don't grow up feeling a false sense of entitlement and thinking you don't have to clean up after yourself because your shit smells like flowers.
