What is it about living with someone that makes your life either fantastic or terrible? I've had three roommates in my life that I wasn't related to.
Roommate #1 said I was a terrible slob. She complained I never liked to hang out. She once locked me out of the apartment when I was sick so she could have sex with her boyfriend. She left me a note saying she couldn't take college, she had moved back to her home state, and sorry about the remaining 6 months of rent.
Roommate #2 didn't think I was a slob but wanted to know why I never cleaned his bathroom. He kept miscellaneous bike parts lying around. He had cold feet that he liked to warm against the backs of my legs and would wake me up in the process. I divorced him.
Roommate #3 is making me absolutely sure I have to live by myself. I've decided I'm just difficult to have as a roommate. I have standards of cleanliness, privacy, and a suitable working environment. Much like the quest for a best friend, I have long thought that a perfect roommate is something of the same mythical pursuit. Being able to live in perfect harmony with someone is just not something I'm capable of. So to roommate #3, congratulations. You have officially pushed me over the edge. I'll resist the urge to move those dogpoop bags you pile up by the door onto your pillow. For a few more weeks anyways.
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Oh my word, I could curdle frozen yogurt with the tales of roommates past.
Out of respect for your place, I'll do it at mine....sometime.
T.
Roommate nightmares, I think everyone has them.
Living with a roommate is a lot like being married in that you must learn to compramise, communicate, and adjust if you don't, lethal weapons may get involved. Some roomates are users, who take and offer nothing in return, others are apathetic and have no contribution whatsoever (including rent at times) some are slobs others control-freaks; name your poison. Most will not have sex with you, some will try to have sex with anything that moves, and there is that one uni bomber roommate that scares the shit out of you once they move in. Well maybe having a roommate is exactly like being married, be very careful before popping the question.
If you ever run across the perfect roommate that isn't 'Mom' let me know
Trust me, "Mom" isn't a good roomate, either. OCS. :)
best thing i ever did, for my mental health, was get my own place. i was dirt poor, but FREEEEEEE! of course it meant when I moved in with my, now, husband, I had some major adjusting to do.
best thing i ever did, for my mental health, was get my own place. i was dirt poor, but FREEEEEEE! of course it meant when I moved in with my, now, husband, I had some major adjusting to do.
Oh, that's so gross! I could never live with a roommate again. I value my privacy and "me time" far too much. I had a roommate right after college and one time I was watching a movie in hte living room with my boyfriend (b/c my TV was out there instead of my bedroom) and he just sat down and basically joined us on our "date," despite the fact he had a TV in his own room. So annoying. And he always ate my food.
Just wondering, did you fire all your readers? Because I didn't get the memo...
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