So I may have whined about this already to some of you in person but I thought I'd vent here.
This Italian motherfucker who lives with me, like, I really want him to go. And he was this close to leaving the house but has U-turned and we might be stuck with him forever.
His name is Luigi. And he's annoying as fuck. He arrived when the previous annoying (and creepy) fuck left. So he's been here like three weeks tops. I keep thinking when I've been away from him for upwards of four hours "you know, maybe I'm too harsh on Luigi, he seems like an alright guy." But then I get home and discover I was right the first time.
So rather than very specific excesses as was the case with Mick, my grievances with Luigi are more like lots of little things that all add up. So first up, I don't know if this is just how Luigi is or whether this is just an Italian thing, but whenever he observes something humerous he will slap you on the shoulder, look at you intensely, then point at it and yell "Eh? EH?" Then he will continue to stare directly into your eyes for like 4-5 seconds before leaving me alone. Now, I don't know about you guys, but when someone stares at me like that for so long I get rustled. It's just one of many traits I share with Gorillas. In fact, had I been a gorilla for real, bits of him would be all over the ceiling by now.
Even that aside, the jostling and yelling thing when I'm like right there, watching the TV Show/Youtube video with him, is annoying. I am not Helen Keller, I spotted the joke. Needless to say, his sense of humour is as bad as his taste in just about everything, so any time he is given control of our central media apparatus (the dusty PC we have in the living room) he subjects us to something shit. As far as I can tell, the only piece of music he likes is "The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson, which he has put on three times in a row before. He also loves TV shows like "Geordie Shore" and "The Valleys". Basically if it's got subhuman filth in it, he's a fan. This wouldn't be a problem if he didn't literally get angry if he requests to put it on and we refuse. "Come on!" he'll say, gesticulating at the screen, "Put! Put!"
Despite his single word demands, once he actually gets going, it's really difficult to get him to stop. I have never had a conversation with him that didn't go on longer than I was interested to sustain it. This ties in neatly with his general paranoia. He's paranoid about his health, government surveillance and the possibility that anyone and everyone has an agenda. Whether it's yelling "Hello? Who is!?" while clutching a frying pan when the pizzaman knocks, or it's scouring local pharmacies for a syringe so he inject some kind of chlorine solution into his nostrils because "I went to London today and I can feel the bacteria" we get to hear all about it.
And of course, he's a conspiracy nut. So all told we've had to listen to him jabber on about how the government has him on a list because he googled Edward Snowden once and the light on his laptop camera turned on, the death of Princess Diana, 9/11, Area 51 and these "impossible to fake" Alien interviews and various UFO bullshit. And these topics do not get put to bed after one lengthy discussion.
I could go on, but I won't.
ANYWAY
I was filled with relief when he announced last week that he was going to move. He had agreed to move out today, however last night changed his mind and said he wanted to stay. This pissed off our landlady quite a bit as someone that came to view the place previously said they would move in the same day Luigi left. As I understand it, our landlady threatened to change the locks and he responded by calling his lawyer and now she has backed off. Luigi won't elaborate on why he changed his mind or how long he intends to stay and I did a poor job disguising my disappointment when he said he was staying.
I'm now considering my options because, Jesus, the thought of spending the next few weeks, let alone months having my space invaded by this colossal bellend is actually oppressive, I feel subjugated by the threat of his extended buffoonery.
As I see it now I have three choices:
A) Escalate with the landlady. Up until now I have never texted her about anything regarding another tenant. But if she gets the impression that he is problematic to live with, she might be inspired to up the ante with a casus belli. However this could involve making my dislike for him public and I prefer to let people think I like them while I'm plotting against them, direct confrontation is not my forte.
B) Exploit his paranoia. Not dissimilar to Operation Haunting (which sadly never saw the light of day) the ploy is to construct scenario(s) that lead him to believe that he is unsafe, not secure or something similar. This could be something as simple as saying I saw some gypsies messing with his car. He's already funny about gypsies, and other drivers: he thinks our neighbour is mentally ill or on drugs because he shouted "wake up mate" when he stopped in the middle of a level crossing to look both ways.
This route has more risk and less chance of success but more satisfaction if executed well.
Option C) Do nothing and hope he leaves of his own accord.
Unpalatable.
What say you BritGAF?