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LIVING WITH ROOMMATES

Every time I move into a new place with roommates, I have this strange yet possibly never happening belief that this is a temporary situation and very soon I am going to get my own apartment. So far I have lived with a lot of different roommates, both male and female and I have found it rather difficult to survive with female roommates. Let me tell you, despite the notion that girls are clean, I have lived with pretty dirty female roommates in past 4 years. Sometimes I feel my poop is cleaner than their week old dirty dishes. But that's not all. It's rather hard to make them understand that they are supposed to wash the dishes. Those are not meant to stay there decorating the sink. I was once having a long conversation with one of my roommates and she ended up taking a peek at the dirty dishes. Without a second thought, she said, "We need to clean these dishes" to the ones that she used and threw in the sink. My reaction to that was, "Oh really! I thought we were making a contribution to study of different types of bacteria produced by leftover Indian Masala Food." I was for once happy, that she at least realized there were no clean dishes available to use. But the next morning when I saw the dishes still in the sink, I had to message her and tell her that they were all hers. To which she replied and said, "But I used them to serve you too." She offered me Bheja Fry from her plate and now she wants me to wash the plate. This is like some level of expectation.


Speaking of expectations, some roommates have weird levels of expectations. They want to come and tell you every next big thing happening in their lives. "OMG Vasu! You know who just followed me on Instagram? KATIE SWIFT." My reaction to this is, "Katie Who?" "You don't know KATIE SWIFT? She is the most followed fashion blogger on Instagram." My facial expressions vary from "I don't give a fuck" to "Why the hell do I have to go through this" before I blurt out, "Wow! Congratulations. I knew you had something in you. (An 8-year-old girl.)" I once had a roommate who would try to hook me up with random guys and on the other side, if a guy was trying for both me and her, she would make sure she grabs him like hot meat before even a single hormone of mine jumps to do his fantasy. That's not the worst kinds I have stayed with. There was one roommate who was rather creepy as hell. I support LGBTQ community and I have no issues if some girl is attracted to me. But that's downright creepy to make a move when you know I am straight and I have a boyfriend.

Speaking of downright creepy, I had a roommate who was always obsessed with the other roommate's sex life. She would come and tell me how she heard them spank each other. Eww! I don't want to know all that, TMI. I once had a guy roommate who would leave the bathroom door open and every morning I would regret not knocking on the restroom before entering.

Splitting the bills is another big thing. I have never had a month pass by when there was no late payment or an argument before splitting a bill. Somebody wants to eat bread, someone doesn't, someone wants to have only half of the milk. Someone would ask to borrow only a teaspoon of sugar but end up emptying half a cup. Someone would finish all my beer and say, "Sorry! I thought they were mine." It's like a never-ending process. Because they are so good at borrowing, I could never buy expensive stuff because it's less heartwrenching to share cheap stuff with loser roommates.

It's stressful to deal with roommates when you already have a lot of academic and job-related stress to deal with. But if you are lucky, once in a while you will end up with a roommate who is always agreeable and clean and lovely. These are the roommates who you wish never moves out of your house. They are like your extended family and make your small rented apartment feel like a home away from home.

JUST KIDDING, THIS NEVER HAPPENS! 

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