We’ve all had one … the Roommate From Hell (RFH) <insert crack of thunder here>! But did you know that we have all been an RFH at some point? Now before you start saying “What? Me? Never! I am perfect in every way”, just consider that for every roommate that hated having even one dish in the sink, there was another roommate who preferred to wash a whole sink of dishes all at once.
My RFH: In the days prior to MP3 players, my RFH would take my CD Walkman and a bunch of my CDs without permission. The first time it happened, I assumed someone had broken in since my CD player was the only thing of any value in our apartment. While I was ripping through the apartment trying to figure out if anything else was missing, she sauntered in and had the nerve to complain about my taste in music since I didn’t have any CDs she liked. When she would be late for work (which was often), she would tell the manager it was my fault because I didn’t wake her up. Hey chick, I’m not your mother!
Her Side? She’d probably tell you that I didn’t like to share my things, I had terrible taste in music, and that I wouldn’t wake her up for work. But I digress …
The quickest way to develop a hellish living arrangement is to not discuss what is bothersome to you. I’m not suggesting you and your roomies should hold hands and sing Kumbaya – But if it drives you up the wall when they put the empty egg shells back in the egg carton, just say “Hey – what’s up with the egg shells?”. Then you can have a mature conversation, both sides can express their view, then a compromise can be found. Wow — isn’t being an adult hard?
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