Have you ever had a nightmarish roommate? What made you incompatible? How did you eventually resolve your conflicts?
ahahaha omg this one was so appropriate that I had to answer it.
Yes. I have had a nightmarish roommate. In fact, the only roommate I've ever had who wasn't nightmarish was Angela.
The first roommate I ever had was a girl named Rachel, and she was nice enough, and we probably would've gotten along fairly well...if we hadn't been complete opposites in an Odd Couple
sense. Rachel was a very Neat person and I was pretty Messy (especially after just getting dumped, hoo boy). I liked to get into the room at 1 a.m. and start doing homework then, while Rachel liked to get up at 6:30 a.m. and have fights with her boyfriend on the phone in our room.
Long story short: we drove each other crazy. But fortunately, around the same time, Angela and her roommate drove each other crazy, so we just switched. Angela moved into my room, and it was the best month and a half ever.
...then she moved out :(
The other bad roommate situation is the one I'm in right now.
Now, I don't really care about people's decisions to smoke pot on their lonelies or whatever. As long as I don't have to be near it, I don't care (and for people who would say, "lol i'm okay with gays as long as i don't have to see them," totally not the same thing, largely because being near a gay couple making out doesn't result in me participating in the makeout session whether I wanted to or not, whereas being around pot smokers, well, does
). I started out with one discreet pot-smoking roommate, Lizzie. Lizzie smokes pot pretty much every day, but she does it in such a way that unless you're her, you don't know that she's smoking pot and you don't smell it.
She was the only pot smoker until I came back from Christmas to discover that my second roommate, Saran (yes, like the plastic wrap), had also started smoking pot. And she was not doing it either discreetly or privately. I first discovered this the first Wednesday I was back from Christmas break, when Saran and her girlfriend (Kyle's pet theory is that they aren't actually smoking pot, that they're just burning sage and having lesbian orgies...to which I said, "I don't care what they're doing, I don't want to smell it or start staring at my hands because of it") were running around VERY NOISILY
at 3 a.m., smoking pot right outside of my room
and being so loud that it was impossible to sleep unless you were completely deaf.
It was also impossible to sleep because...well, have you ever tried to sleep when you're high for the first time ever? It doesn't really work.
No big deal, though, I figured. It's an isolated incident. It won't happen again.
WRONG. It did happen again, this time on a Friday night, which wouldn't have been a big deal, except that I had a friend sleeping on the couch that night and Kyle visiting. According to the friend who slept on the couch (which is right outside of Saran's door), Saran and her girlfriends started smoking at 8:30 p.m. and didn't finish until 5 a.m., taking a break to make food (noisily, in the kitchen right off the living room
) every two hours. My poor friend got zero sleep, and I didn't fare much better. (though the night did have its highlights, specifically, Kyle and I sitting there and realizing that I was high when I remarked "...my hands are two different sizes!" and realizing that he
was high when he responded, "wait, let me measure them")
So now I'm extremely irate about this, and it's only getting worse. Since Saran's started smoking, now Lizzie's stopped being discreet, and just smokes whenever she wants, whereever she wants. As I write this, one of them is smoking a healthy amount of pot, enough to be filtering into my room and making my throat hurt.
AND THAT'S NOT EVEN EVERYTHING. My wonderful pot-smoking roommates are also masters of the Passive Aggressive Note! You know, the note that roommates leave when things should be going down, but isn't because they're too passive aggressive for things to go down? The first one was a note left by Saran, complaining that the kitchen kept getting dirty (guess who uses the most dishes? Saran). The second was my favorite though. This one was also by Saran, who had discovered that I'd loaded the dishwasher without rinsing the dishes. She wrote, in boldprint, "THE DISHES HAVE TO BE RINSED OR ELSE THE DISHWASHER WILL NOT CLEAN THEM.
" And then instead of rinsing the dishes herself, as would be logical, she just took them all out and left them sitting on the countertop.
This is stupid for two reasons: first, no, the dishes don't have to be rinsed unless there is still literally food on them. If it's just the little filmy "this dish was eaten on" crap (like was on those dishes), you do not have to rinse them. Trust me, I know from experience. Second, if you're going to go to the effort of writing that note and putting all the other dishes in the washer, wouldn't it make logical sense to, I don't know, rinse the dishes already in there, too?
So, in conclusion: roommate fail.