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Many years ago I lived in a "party house". Always a crazy scene. One night was a typical Saturday bacchanalia. I went to bed relatively early and got up in the morning. My roomie was asleep on the sofa in a sitting position, snoring away. In one hand he had a fully cooked pork chop. In the other hand he had a salt shaker.
My walking around had roused him. He woke up, glanced around all bleary-eyed, then looked at his hands. He slowly shook some salt on his pork chop and started eating it.
Breakfast of Champions.
I never asked where he got the pork chop or how he slept for six hours without dropping the pork chop or the salt shaker. It was what it was.
Typical roommate conflicts usually come down to communication. There’s definitely going to be problems if you do not communicate what you like, what you don’t like, what annoys you and what pushes your buttons.
If you’re a light sleeper, things like earplugs or white noise can make a big difference. If you’re more of a night owl, keep noise down late at night, don’t set multiple loud alarms, and be aware of shared space.
And if something does bother you, say it early. Don’t let it build up into frustration over time.
Research shows that roommates who communicate better, or have compatible communication styles, tend to report higher satisfaction and fewer conflicts.
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The problem was that when this happened he would just wander off from whatever task or activity he was doing at the time.
So many burned dinners and messes left throughout the house.
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Experts suggest that if the behavior goes overboard or if you consistently feel anxious in common areas, resentful, avoidant, or unheard… then maybe it’s time to go separate ways.
“Sometimes our fundamental needs and values conflict with those of our roommates, in which case there may be no way around it but to transition to a new living situation,” says Brooke Sprowl, an LA-based therapist.
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The week leading up to Easter he took down all of the art in the house and put it in my room because he felt it was a form of following a false prophet. He then burned a bonfire in the back yard where he threw in dolls or whatever. Lots of melted plastic on my lawn.
He filled his bathtub with water and god knows what else, but it stunk and looked disgusting. I still don't know what he was doing with the tub.
Finally, on Good Friday I saw him walking around the neighborhood wearing all white robes with a crown of thorns around his head. (he also had long brown hair).
I kicked him out.
Living with someone is a pretty unusual kind of relationship. You see each other at your worst — tired, irritated, half-awake, not always on your best behavior. It can be annoying at times, but it also teaches a lot about patience, communication, and compromise.
And who knows, it might even lead to close friendships. Or just teach you how to deal with different kinds of people.
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Not long after we were at a party, when it was getting late girlfriend is wandering around party asking, >where is boyfriend?> someone points out his clothes and shoes are stacked by the front door and that he said he was walking home. Naked. In February. In Pennsylvania. Six inches of fresh snow outside, it was maybe 20 Fahrenheit and home was almost two miles away.
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We had two showers and four bathroom sinks in our apartment none of which were in use... why.
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She kept her toothbrush in it, bristles down in the liquid and when it came to teethbrushing time, she'd basically just take the toothbrush out, brush her teeth, spit into the cup and shove her toothbrush back into her cup.
I'm wretching just thinking about it.
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The moment I first walked into the room, the living room had a smell I couldn't place. For weeks I was bugged by this smelly smell that smelled smelly, and I ended up moving the furniture around to see if I could find it - no dice. Finally, I literally got on my hands and knees and started sniffing for the source. It led me to the dressed with one of my 5 roommate's names on a sticky note on it. Of course I had never opened it. He was gone this weekend so I took the shot.
I opened the drawer - for half a second, because the instant I opened it flies SHOT THE OUT. I slammed that thing closed and said to my other roommate "JIANG-FAN, GET THE TAPE." We taped it shut, moved the dresser outside onto the outdoor walkway and opened it up and bolted. Again, flies, but this time the source was plain to see.
A CARLS JR BAG with a grease spot underneath it covered with larvae shells etc. I didn't dare look into the bag, it was disposed of in an outdoor trashcan then we cleaned that drawer with soapy water. There was no indication the roommate has used this drawer, there was even a brand new, packaged power strip and some canned soda in there.
Bonus: Later in the year I entered his room to take out the trash, and his desk was so gross. Old boba cups with fruit flies on it, trash and stuff.
AND HE WAS A MEDICAL BIOLOGY MAJOR. You'd think he'd understand the importance of cleanliness.
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One time I asked him what he did with so much butter. He denied that it was his (which is super strange because we are the only two people living there and none of my friends brought the butter and he never had friends over).
When he moved out the butter disappeared too. To this day i don’t know what he needed that for and I think I don’t even wanna know.
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