It's the bane of my domestic life.
Won't close a cupboard door properly or at all.
Won't fully close a drawer.
Won't fully close the microwave door.
Leaves fridge door open until it beeps.
Fucking SLAMS the car door shut.
SLAMS the laundry basket lid shut.
Won't switch off bathroom lights.
If he's the last one up, he'll leave one light on (we live on the 37th floor of an apartment building, there's no risk of burglary).
He'll sometimes even leave a candle burning.
Won't put his keys in the key tray by the front door, always next to it.
Has to have all his toiletries next to his sink and sometimes next to mine, not in the medicine cabinet in front of his face and above the sink like normal humans do.
I've accused him of commitment issues (which he doesn't have, but all the above suggests he absolutely does), of indecisiveness, of wanting to decapitate me, of thriving in mess and disorder. Nothing. I'm at the stage of sighing loudly and slamming doors shut while looking in his direction. That too will achieve nothing. It's just awful sharing space with him sometimes.