**Title:** AITA For Blowing Up My Summer House Share Because My Roommate Brought a “Vibe Curator” Instead of Paying Rent?
**Body (TL;DR at the bottom):**
So I (28M) am three weeks into a Hamptons share with five other “established professionals” (read: trust funders who say they’re in “tech”). We all agreed: $4k each, strict rule that no randos crash for more than 2 nights without unanimous approval.
Enter Karen (29F, HR Manager at an essential oils startup). She shows up last Friday with her “spiritual consigliere,” Chad (34M, “intuitive sound healer”). No luggage, just a crystal singing bowl and a tattered copy of *The Secret*. I ask, “Hey, is Chad paying his third of the lobster budget?” She deadpans: “Chad is currency. He’s curating the vibe. Your energy is blocking abundance.”
Fast-forward: Chad hasn’t showered in 72 hours. He “cleansed” our kitchen by burning sage until the smoke alarm went off (fire department came). He charged us $150 for a “chakra alignment” that was just him aggressively whispering “RELEASE” at our Nespresso machine.
Last night, I snapped. I told Karen that Chad needs to leave or she needs to cover his $2k share by Friday. She called me a “toxic masculine gatekeeper of scarcity” and is now organizing a “shadow-work intervention” against me.
The other roomies are split. Mark (finance bro) is on my side because Chad stole his La Croix. Jenna (Instagram “manifestations coach”) says I’m “vibrating too low for communal living.”
**TL;DR:** Roommate brought a freeloading “vibe curator” who sets off fire alarms and charges us for fake chakra readings. I threatened