I know I am a bit u. But grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
(nc'd as much bitchier than my usual persona)
I live in a shared house. Some of our kitchen utensils are shared. Some are not. We have communal cupboard space, and we have cupboard space that is earmarked for one person. I really like cooking and baking and have acquired some quite good stuff. I put some of this into communal circulation but some of it I keep separate (just as everyone else has implements they keep separate) in a drawer that everyone knows is mine. I keep it clean and looked after, and make an effort to make sure these things are always put away asap so they are there whenever I want them.
Tonight my flatmate had his girlfriend over to cook dinner for him. I came down to the kitchen to find her using all of MY stuff. I swallowed my territorial rage as I very much doubt she deliberately went for my stuff - I imagine she just opened the first drawer to hand - and while I wish flatmate had told her to use his stuff, not mine, I didn't want to ruin their date by getting the hump.
But he hasn't washed up! She has been gone for hours and he has just fucked off the play video games in his room! My stuff is in a huge, filthy pile on the kitchen counter! It is horrible! They haven't even scraped vegetable peelings into the bin - they're just left to rot on my good chopping board! There is weird sauce on my nice grater! My good saucepan is in the sink "soaking" in a mix of filthy water and something pale green and bitty!
And to add insult to injury, they have between them polished off nearly all of the caramel squares I made only yesterday. I made a whole tinful!
Part of me recognises that I am being a bit precious. They are only things. This is what happens in a shared house. I hope am sure he will wash up in the morning.
But aibu to be fantasising about force-feeding him his bloody playstation?