Wow. His delusional arrogance never fails to astound me.
"Don't pressure yourself to have a home as clean as mine, or have your shit together like me"
Are you actually OK hun?
You're in a damp, mouldy run down bedsit, with shit door handles and grubby skirting boards.
Shit together? You're scamming the benefit system, have no real friends, never get invited anywhere.
The only reason you have a partial roof over your mis-shapen head is because you've cuckooed your way in to the home of someone with learning difficulties.
Does it make you feel good knowing you've completely taken over his flat, and spent all his petty cash on yourself?
Hard of morals
Hard of an OCD diagnosis
Hard of invitations to concerts