The Hobbit's Habits

Okay, so last week more stuff happened with the Hobbit when he came home in the middle of the night. This time, I'm not really ticked off about it so much as amused by it. One morning last week, Jake and I woke up and found that he left a couple of empty beer bottles in the middle of the floor. He had to have purposefully gone out of his way to place them right where everyone walks. They weren't sitting next to the futon or anywhere logical. Jake moved the bottles to the side of the futon so that they weren't in the middle of the floor. Jake left for work and I went to the fitness center to exercise. I came back, only to find that while we were gone, Justin took the bottles and put them right back in the middle of the floor! What a freak! When Jake came back from work, he put the bottles on top of the coffee table, where they remained for the rest of the week.

Then, on Friday night, Jake and I heated up a pizza, drank some beer, and watched a movie. I didn't throw away my beer bottles or put my plate in the dishwasher before we went to bed. I left them behind on the coffee table. When Jake and I got up the next morning, Justin had thrown my plate on the floor, had taken my beer bottles and placed them in the middle of the floor, and had added more of his own beer bottles and put them out in the floor. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is waaaaay messed up in the head.

I ended up throwing out all of the recycling (including the empty bottle of rum and Pepsi can Justin had left in the kitchen). I don't know whether or not I should have or not. I don't know if Justin thinks he's yielding some great power over me by getting me to take care of his shit (it took me all of 15 seconds to actually clean up...). All I know is that I think he's acting in an infantile manner and it just makes me laugh. I feel sorry for anyone that might end up in a relationship or something with him. He really doesn't communicate what the hell his deal is...

I've thought about writing him a note telling him that it would be okay if he talked to me or Jake when he's in the apartment with us. I actually drafted something up that I thought was amusing, but Jake seems to think that it's completely hopeless and that I shouldn't bother. I am sort of curious to find out exactly how much of a paranoid weirdo this guy is... And did I exacerbate some sort of underlying personality disorder in this guy simply by showing up in Virginia?

What should I do? Just write him off? I don't really know him and I don't really know how he operates. For now, I've just been locking the bedroom door at night because I really don't know how pissed off he is and what he's really pissed over. I'm not scared, but I don't want to risk anything by giving him access to my room while I'm sleeping. So, do I write him a note? Bake some cookies and put up a sign that says, "You can eat one...they're not poisoned or anything..."?

We move in less than two weeks. Yay!