Therapy, Bible Class, and a Nazi Named Kevin: The Bizarre Saga of the Worst College Roommate
If you’ve ever had a college roommate who drove you up the wall, spare a thought for Reddit user u/redditlurker100000. Their freshman year living situation? Sharing a cramped dorm with a Kevin—a real, bonafide, capital-K Kevin—whose best friend just happened to be a loud, self-proclaimed Nazi. Yes, you read that right. This is the story of “Nazi Kevin,” his quest for therapy validation, and the most bewildering year in campus living history.
Picture it: a very Christian college in New England, Bibles and bad decisions everywhere, and our narrator, stuck in the crossfire between academic pursuits and fascist rants. Welcome to the weirdest episode of “Roommate Nightmares” you’ve never seen on TV.
Let’s set the stage. Our narrator is a college freshman, just trying to survive dorm life, when he finds himself sharing a room with a Kevin. For the uninitiated, a “Kevin” in Reddit parlance is someone who’s, well, not the sharpest tool in the shed—often clueless, sometimes delusional, always making life more interesting for bystanders. But this Kevin had a special twist: he was deeply sympathetic to Nazi ideology, and his best friend was even more vocal about it.
Imagine being trapped in a tiny dorm room while two wannabe stormtroopers loudly debate the “persecution” of Nazis. Our poor narrator had two choices: listen to their nonsense or flee his own living space. Spoiler alert: college housing rarely offers a “Nazis Not Allowed” room option.
As if the situation wasn’t surreal enough, Nazi Kevin decided to embark on a journey of self-discovery—by going to therapy. But not just any therapy. He wanted a therapist who would tell him, “Yes, Kevin, your anti-Semitic, misogynistic, and eugenic beliefs are totally valid. Everyone else is the problem.” Unsurprisingly, this endorsement was not forthcoming.
Cue the therapist carousel: in just ten months, Kevin switched therapists seven times, each time baffled that yet another mental health professional refused to validate his worldview. He couldn’t comprehend that maybe—just maybe—the problem wasn’t the world’s lack of acceptance, but his own repulsive ideology. To Kevin, this was “discrimination against conservative, family-based opinions.” To everyone else, it was a textbook case of “actions have consequences.”
But it gets better. (Or worse?) Kevin’s college career soon descended into chaos: multiple sexual assault allegations, academic dishonor, and a forced year-long medical leave to dodge his accusers and retake failed Bible classes. Yes, Bible classes. Apparently, being a hateful bigot doesn’t guarantee an A in “Intro to Loving Thy Neighbor.”
The tale of Nazi Kevin leaves us with burning questions: What goes on in the mind of someone who thinks therapy will rubber-stamp their bigotry? How do some people manage to fail at even the most basic of moral and academic expectations? And, perhaps most importantly, why do so many Kevins seem to find their way into college dorms?
So, what can we learn from this saga of misguided therapy, academic disaster, and utter lack of self-awareness? A few things, actually:
- Therapy is for self-reflection, not self-justification. If you’re just looking for someone to co-sign your terrible worldview, you’re in the wrong place.
- Consequences are not persecution. When society (or your college) pushes back against bigotry, it’s not “discrimination”—it’s accountability.
- Pick your roommates carefully. And maybe spring for the single dorm if you sense any whiff of “Mein Kampf” in your future flatmate’s reading list.
Stories like these are cautionary tales, sure, but they’re also a reminder that sometimes, the best you can do is survive the year, collect your weirdest roommate stories, and move on with a killer anecdote for every future icebreaker.
Have you ever had a roommate from hell? Or witnessed a Kevin in the wild? Share your wildest college stories below—because nothing brings people together like commiserating over the weirdos who make our own lives look a little more normal.
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Original Reddit Post: NAZI Kevin goes to therapy