You have some ridiculous parents. That line was finally crossed in my house when I woke up to find my Dad in my room at 5AM shopping for car parts online. Now, his bedroom doubled as the real living room, but that's no excusing for sneaking into mine and using my shit.
Oh right, your life. Uh... He'd probably get real bent out of shape if you locked the door, wouldn't he? As far as the Steam thing, set up an account for him to use, and change your password. And join our groups.
Haha, he's mostly stopped with that shit other than the occasional "I am a man and should be served by the wimmenz around me" crapola.
I set up an account for him, but he needs to buy himself a copy of Colonization. This is mostly a problem because he has what seems to be four hobbies:
1. Playing Colonization, and no other games (this has been the case for 11 years or something)
2. Russia
3. Transcribing his father's life story
4. Hiking
The only trouble is that "playing Colonization" features very, very heavily in this schedule. I don't feel comfortable taking away his main form of amusement at the moment, though in a couple days I should be ready to bug him about it again.
Got to keep the line strong. He's the sort of person who thinks his child's bedroom is a good place to keep the vacuum cleaner stored when it's not in use
Granted I live next to the overflowing storage room, but I remember sleeping for a year with that at the foot of my bed.
Ouch... in this case, there was space in the storage closet but he just felt like putting it in there (I still don't know why). He can be a real jerk sometimes.
Same here. I've never had the problems you're having, though, so I don't know how to deal with this. I guess when my brain stops working in that regard, I just say to myself "Huh, I should probably go sleep or something," and excuse myself.
I'm sure that was oh-so-helpful to you.</sarcasm>
Nah, it's helpful to know that other people do this sort of stuff. I mostly wish I could get my head to cut that shit out, because it's annoying to be going along in a conversation when I suddenly realize the social systems have gone down in flames.