Laziness. Absolute laziness.
I remember he came up to me once(at age 27), shaking his head in disgust, nasty sneer on his face. I could tell if I played my cards wrong, I was going to get a major temper outburst. (For some background, I was the only one working.)
"I don't know how you can live with yourself."
I asked him what he meant.
"I'm dirty, and haven't bathed in days. I'm so hungry that I'm losing weight."
I had no idea what this had to do with me, and I asked him for details on how this was my fault.
"You haven't been cooking. I haven't eaten in days!"
I asked him why he didn't go and get himself some food; it was available in the fridge/cupboard.
"I can't cook my own food! All the magic will go out of it."
I inquired about the bathing problem.
"I can't bathe! All the towels are in the dryer."
I asked him why he didn't get them out.
"Are you kidding!? My socks are in there! If I go down the stairs without socks, I could get a splinter on the stairs."
And this ******* tried to pass himself off as the 'tough guy' sort.