The second shittiest roommate I ever had was a loud evangelical.
I was at the time actively the closest thing she would ever meet to a particular famous dude who died on the thing she worshipped, who she claimed to care about.
When she started fucking with my shit while I was out, I just made a bunch of copies of the house key and handed them out, so I’d have people to watch my door for me. Started cooking big dinners. She couldn’t actually say anything.
The trick is; don’t Fucking ask. Point out that sleeping in the park sucks and will get you killed by police, but meetings in the park are genuinely pleasant (unless climate change is real). They might shoot you, but they won’t be able to argue.
Apologies I didn’t understand what this means, did you hand out keys so your friends would randomly be over and she would be afraid of getting caught?
Friends? A couple, I hope I can call friends, but the rest just went to anyone unhoused who wanted a warm place to sleep/hang and a hot meal.
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Why? Worked out fine. Did get some meth smell in the drapes, but the guy smoking it was chill. I was a known quantity and nobody wanted to hurt me. Nobody took advantage of any vulnerabilities because everyone involved was providing for each other slightly better than the law allowed (the food was all stolen high end stuff).
And? Asshole roommate calmed right the fuck down.
Glad it worked out for you! That’s a hell of a way to mess with a roommate, is probably what OP means.
Thing is; I’d probably do that now if I lived alone, for a few hours a night, at least. I feel like people got something out of it.