The more people you meet, the more you start to realize there's a reason we all live in our separate little houses and apartments. The fact is, everyone is a little bit weird, and we all have our own unique quirks that we sometimes like to keep private.
These people had the good fortune of stumbling upon an extreme example of weirdness in a stranger's home and shared their experiences on Reddit. Hey, to each their own!
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I feel like the clean-up is really the most important part…
At a friend’s house, the family would toss a spaghetti noodle at the wall to see if the pasta was done the cooking. Apparently, if it sticks to the wall, it’s done. But they don’t remove the spaghetti noodles so there’s just a crap ton of old pasta sticking to the wall.
He was a “glass is half full of water” kind of guy.
When I would go to a friend’s house his dad would get super upset if anyone drank anything that was not half-diluted with water. Orange juice, soda, lemonade, anything. I’m not talking just stuff from concentrate that you mix with water. I am referring to actually bottled drinks you buy from the store.
I can not remember how many times I would hear his dad come home and immediately first thing to check the levels of all the beverages in the fridge and ask my friend if he drank anything without mixing it with water. This was not for health reasons and not to save money, as they have more money than they know what to do with. So this never made any sense. Still a mystery to me.
You know those are for going outside, right?
My girlfriend’s dad leaves the leashes attached to their dogs while in the house. The first time I came over, it was the weirdest thing and nobody batted an eye at it. The dogs would just run around the house with leashes dragging behind them still clipped to their harnesses. He never took them off or put them up.
This couple got creative.
My friend and his girlfriend have a dog cage in their extra bedroom.
I didn’t think anything of it the first time I saw it. Then it hit me that they don’t own a do
Do you… do you want me to leave?
I went round to a mate’s house and he dropped his pants before sitting down, he just sat there with them round his ankles but didn’t say anything or even acknowledge he had done it.
When I asked him what he was doing, it turns out, the sofa was new and because it was cream leather his mum made him take off his jeans before he sat on it so it didn’t stain.
I like that he kept it on the most visible shelves, as if to prove how little he cared.
Growing up, I was at a friend’s house, getting ready to pick a movie to watch. Was told to only pick from the bottom shelves as the upper shelves held her dad’s porn collection.
I see where she went wrong.
I have a really old, kinda not-all-there aunt who loves thrifting and in the entryway, to her house, she has a “vase” of artificial flowers. Here’s the thing: the vase is literally a bong with a missing stem. She told me she picked it up at a garage sale.
Maybe not the best place for those.
My friend’s sister and her boyfriend had her lingerie shots in their photo album (before digital) on the coffee table.
A little uncomfortable for me. Very uncomfortable for my friend.
Just… wow. I don’t know where to start.
Once my dad was dating a woman whose entire house was covered in pictures/painting/sculptures/kick-knacks of Native Americans. Like a feather headdress and stuff.
I asked her if she had any Native American heritage, and she tells me no, she collects them because of romance novels she used to read, where white women were kidnapped by Native American chiefs but eventually fell in love. I was speechless.
Seeing herself on TV every day wasn’t enough?
When I was a kid my parents were looking for a new house. Our realtor showed us a place owned by a well-known local TV reporter. The house was beautiful, but it was covered in vanity shots of the reporter. Like, old Hollywood glamor photos and they were everywhere: walls, coffee tables, mantle, dressers.
Each one was completely different and there were no photos of anyone else in the house even though she was married and had children.
Don’t think too much about this one.
My grandma’s old house had a fully carpeted bathroom.
If you don’t get why that’s an issue, just think about why bathrooms usually don’t have carpets.
I will never understand this.
I’ve met a handful of families in my life who don’t put their pizza in the fridge after dinner. As in, intentionally leave it out until the next day. It’s a thing, I guess.
I will never understand this either.
My friend’s parents washed and dried paper towels to reuse them. Or at least dried them. I saw a bunch of wet ones hanging on a line.
This one… okay, this one I can understand. Dragons are friggin’ cool.
I once dated a girl who had a huge thing for dragons – like not just fantasy literature, specifically dragons. She had an entire living room and bedroom covered in dragon stuff. Paintings, pictures, sculptures, candles, mirrors, you name it and she had it.
It was a little off-putting at first, but ultimately pretty cool that she was so passionate about them.
Maybe she put them there for decoration.
My grandpa’s girlfriend had a bunch of bras and underwear hanging on random objects throughout the house, for no apparent reason. There weren’t hanging out to dry, they were just there. A bra dangling from a fireplace poker. A pair of underwear hanging from the bathroom door handle. Another pair were just chilling on the arm of the couch. That was the first and last time I ever stepped foot in that house.
Yule be happy to see him take it down.
My dad usually keeps his Christmas tree up on purpose, in the living room until late Spring. What the heck, dad? It’s fake, put that away by January 15th!
There is a such thing as too much cake.
I knew a family where the sister, every other day it seemed, would put together cake mix but not bake it. She’d mix it up and eat like three spoonfuls of it, and then leave the bowl wherever she was at the moment. Moldy bowls of cake mix with raw egg everywhere and no one says a thing.
That’s definitely not a normal bathroom thing.
To flip this on its head, for some reason we had a bag of plaster of Paris mix in our bathroom (no idea how it got there, it was being used for model making) with a spoon in it.
Eventually, we get a guest over and said bag has been forgotten about, he walks in there, sees what he thinks is a massive bag of cocaine with a spoon sticking out of it and quizzically asks “how rich are you guys then?”
We removed it pretty quickly after that.
A message from a concerned couch-sitter.
I really will never understand the obsession with covering furniture with plastic. Is it furniture? Do you sit on it? How do you use it? What is this? Honestly, I am so insulted at having to sit on the equivalent of a crinkly food wrapper. Please stop doing this, people.
He flaked out on him.
When I was a kid I visited the house of a neighbor kid. We had a sleepover and the next morning while having breakfast it happened.
He poured the milk BEFORE the cornflakes into his bowl. I was an unsettling act I will never forget. That was the last time I ever visited him.
You should probably ask first next time you wanna put that up.
I’ve got a good one for this… but it was my own house. Growing up, my dad had a life sized nude portrait of himself in his bathroom, and the waist down was covered by a bookshelf. Never found it strange or out of place growing up, but looking back… what’s up with that, dad?
This is the coolest. One day I will own a house like this.
Growing up I had a friend whose house was just the most bizarre I’ve ever been in, it was actually fun to explore for its strangeness. Unnecessary doors on corridors, random stairways that lead to to a tiny bit of the roof or nowhere, a door in the shower that led to a bedroom, the list goes on. I spent many a childhood afternoon in that weird, weird house.
Just another mystery. We’ll never understand.
My girlfriend’s parents had a massive display case in the living room, full of little Scottish Terrier figurines. Also two or three life-size Scottish Terrier statues throughout the house. And Scottish Terrier pictures, fridge magnets, floor mats, sequin pillows, etc.
And get this: they didn’t even own a dog.
Ya gotta see it up close.
My friend’s mom had a picture of a sun on her wall. If you looked up close at it the picture, you realized there was something special about it.
It was a collage made up of a bunch of penises cut out from porno magazines in the shape of a sun.
Check this guy’s teeth before going inside his house.
A few years ago a kind of weird situation ended in me helping a guy down the street move into the house next door to mine.
While we were there, he pulled out a coffin. Like, who casually keeps a coffin in their garage?
Obviously this is strange, but he went on to tell me that he’s had people run out of his house when they see it thinking he’s into some weird stuff. Turns out he just knows a guy who makes coffins, and it’s actually pretty comfortable to sleep in.
Either that, or he’s a vampire.
Interesting way to express your views.
My classmate’s parents had a substantial aquarium with larger, aggressive fish visibly killing and eating the smaller ones right before our eyes as we sat in their living room.
When asked why they’d mix incompatible types of fish in the same tank, they said, “It’s like the dog-eat-dog existence we live in, too.”
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