I'm currently hosting an American born Vietnamese for 11 days. He's occupying the guest room in my two bedrooms apartment. He's been here since Tuesday. Since the minute he stepped foot into my apartment, he wouldn't stop talking to me for 5 hours. In between, I went to take a long shower, got ready, took my bag and wanted to go out. He stopped me by creating another conversation. In that 5 hours, he told me his life story. (Come on. I know you're being friendly, but you don't have to tell me your life story. I'm really not interested. Imagine if I had to listen to all my guests' life stories. Geez.) Each time I tried to tell him that I had to go, he interrupted me. He told me that he had clinical depression recently, hence he wanted to relocate from LA to Melbourne. He also told me, "I bet you've never had clinical depression before but you are bound to face it one day, and when you do, do not commit suicide. (WTF?! Is he nuts?) His stories included how he got brain injury, how he broke up with his ex-girlfriend and ex-fiancee. After 5 hours, I told him that I really really had to go. Then I quickly took my bag and leave. Guess what? He ran to his room, quickly wore his shoes and said he would go with me? (Weird as f***) Fortunately, he had to use the toilet before leaving. While he was in the toilet, I ran out and quickly left. On Wednesday, I wasn't feeling well, so I slept until 2 pm. When I woke up, he wasn't around. I felt relieved. I went to shower and came out of the bathroom. He was in the dining area. So I said hi. Then he started talking to me. "Are you okay?" I said, "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, "You slept the whole day. You don't have much to do in life do you?" (Like whaatttt? Judgemental much?) I just ignored him and walked to my room and then shut the door. He sleeps quite early (9 pm), so that's when I usually get out of my room. On Thursday morning, I got up at 7:30 to shower and I was done by 8. I had an hour before I had to go out. So I laid on my bed and watched an episode. At 8:30, he came to the window outside my room to look out. My door was left ajar and he talked to me. I ignored him. He repeated again. "Are you okay?" I said, "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, "You've been in bed all night." I got annoyed. I answered, "Yeah, I know. I'm leaving soon. I've got class at 9." (Geez. You don't have to observe me in such a creepy way.) He told me, "I'm going to go eat healthy, as I've got acid reflux and I can't drink coffee." (He told me this the first day he arrived, and he still asked me where to get the best coffee in Melbourne!) I said, "okay." Then he started going on and on and on and on about his problem. I just ignored him. He went out before I left for class. I came back at 2 pm and he wasn't at home. THANK GOD! He came back an hour later and asked me, "how was your day? Did you do much?" I said, "Yeah, it was fine." Then I ran to my room." He came and talk to me outside my room. He asked me, "Do you have a car?" I said, "No." Then he told me he had a jeep and asked what car I wanted. I answered a mini cooper. He told me, "You want a hairdresser car?" I asked him, "What's that?" He said, "Clearly, you don't mix with local australians much. You just stick to your own clan." (Dude. WTF. Just because you've got dual American and Australian citizenship, doesn't mean you can speak to me that way. You were from another country too.) I felt so offended. I told him I do have local friends and they've never said that to me before. He told me, "You mix with the wrong people." WTF. Is he weird or am I too sensitive?
