Too big to live: Why I started to hate the fat I posted this in another thread, but realized it was far too long to be a constructive post, so now I'm making it it's own topic.  I had a roommate who, until recently, lived with my other roommate and I rent free for over a year and was a fat (5'6'', 290), disgusting, horrifying lardass slob. He was a friend of mine in college, back when I thought that fat people had a problem they couldn't help. Anyway, he lived in a small town and was unable to find work there, so my other roomate and I graciously offered to let him stay with us for a month or two until he could find himself a job in (our much more opportune) city. He was allowed to stay with us under the condition that he was seeking full employment, and that once he found work, he'd need to start paying rent.  Kid arrives, immediately shits the place up. He and I share a bathroom, and it immediately starts to grow purple scunge around the toilet, ants end up in the bathroom, and the sink is eternally full of his neckbeard hair clippings. I would often go into the bathroom to find an abandoned shit (always terrifying smelling and oily) glued to the side of the toilet bowl because he'd not bothered to flush all the way (one of those 'hold it for a second to flush" handles. He was instructed the first time it happened, and it then proceeded to happen every day for the next year.) We actually told him to see a doctor about his piss attracting ants, as it's a #1 sign that you're a beetus. He kept open bags of chips in his sock drawer for months at a time, had a mountain of pizza boxes in the corner (I think he took them  out twice in a year. It was over 6 foot at one point.) and he built himself a mountainous pile of discarded soda bottles and cans. He would leave used dishes stacked in his room for months, until mold colonies grew in them. When he left, it required hours of effort to scrub the grease-stains out of the floorboards from the pizza boxes. He would 'cook' awful smelling grease-traps in the kitchen, in portions that most resembled buckets, all of which smelled like roadkill, tomato sauce and thyme. This kid put tomato sauce in literally everything. He would then 'soak' the dishes for +/- 2 weeks before my other roommate and I would yell at him, and he'd act like we were being unreasonable. He would then store parts of these portions in more of our dishes for anywhere from 1 day (as he would eat the other half of the bucket in one go) or 2 months, at which point we'd tell him it was learning at an exponential rate, and would be applying for citizenship, so he needed to kill it with fire.  So, this motherfucker proceeds to do all this, and get one crappy part time job (exactly enough to pay for his food and vidya gaems) and claim to us 'I don't have enough money to pay for rent!' We did what good friends would do, and tried to help him get jobs places. He would say "thanks." and go do the interview, and then turn down the job when it sounded like too much work, offering excuses like "I don't want to drive on the interstate to get to work." or "It's not in my field!" He continued to do this for a full year until finally my roommate and I evicted him for being a lazy, smelly piece of shit.  He's now moved into an apartment with his brother, and gotten another crappy part-time job. I expect he's doing basically the exact same shit, just now he's relying on his family to carry his (sizable) weight instead of us. It was then that I realized that fat, lazy fucks are nothing but that, and that their lack of self control, self respect, and self discipline are not a circumstantial condition, but one that they choose every day with their behavior. They deserve no sympathy or remorse, they deserve nothing except a constant reminder of how shitty they are, because no amount of trying to cut them a break will work, they sink ever lower and grow ever heavier.