Respectfully, What the Hell is Wrong with My Roommate?

I've found most of my roommates over the years annoying because I hate living with people in general. The last one I had in Logan was actually an asshole. The one who now lives on the other end of the basement from me and is always in her room or at work doesn't bother me much, though she is kind of a monster because she never lets her cats out of her room, which has no windows, and sometimes when she's at work, I can hear them mewing and scratching at the door. The one who moved in right next to me a few months ago bothers me a lot.

​Since I'm striving to have a spiritual outlook on life, I try to see him as an opportunity to practice love and patience instead of just stewing in resentment when he bothers me. I tolerate the little hairs that he sheds on every surface in the bathroom - yes, even the ceiling, God knows how. I carry my shampoo back and forth from the bathroom even though I should leave it in there without him using it. I didn't murder him when I found one of his little hairs on the underside of the lid of my mouthwash. I decided it's okay for him to use my cookware as long as he doesn't try to take it with him when he moves. I pretended not to know how to count when one of my cans of soda mysteriously went missing. But I broke a little when I went to make a sandwich and found my mayonaise like this:

Now, the best-by date of this mayonaise was July 30, so I probably wouldn't have been able to finish it before I didn't feel safe eating it anymore, and maybe it's a good thing that he ate half of it without asking. But I couldn't find a way to make myelf not enraged by the chunk of meat and the bits of sauce. What the hell is wrong with this guy? I have sincerely tried to figure out why he might believe it's okay to use my stuff and eat my food without asking, but this is objectively unreasonable by any standard. Still, even though I wanted to stab him, I retained my neurotic desire for him to like me - years of being bullied, ostracized, and ignored can do that to a person - which made me reluctant to call him out. I did anyway. I had to draw the line and stand up for myself. He was at work, so I just texted him this picture and said, "Please don't do this to my food," without a period because sometimes those make text messages sound threatening. And then I blocked him for a few hours because I didn't want to have an anxiety attack waiting for his response. I'm not proud of that, but baby steps, I guess.

​If my current beliefs are on the right track, then this guy is here to teach me love and patience, and we planned that before we were born. I'm trying to keep that perspective, which makes the loss of food that I spent my own money feel like less of a problem. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to ignore objectively unreasonable behavior and let him infringe on my property rights any way he wants, but I can be nice about standing up for myself. I still hope he moves soon.

Sorry for the short notice, but there's an economic blackout to protest Trump from November 25 through December 2. I'm stocking up on food and withdrawing some cash. I'll probably go out to eat at the local taco truck and nowhere else. I just had Friendsgiving with some friends, and I plan to spend Thanksgiving proper at home alone getting high. Don't feel sorry for me. I'm really, really looking forward to it. My roommate with the cats will probably be here too, not bothering me. I hope my other roommate has somewhere else to go.