I’m not so sure I like my roommate so much anymore. I’ve decided that she is 100 percent crazy. So first there’s the sleep walking, sleep talking and sleep screaming/arguing….and then there’s her increasing selfishness and anger towards me. I have no idea what I’m doing wrong. I think I’m a relatively simple person to live with—I’ve had several roommates over the years and I never had serious issues with them or anything.
First of all, there’s the smoking thing. I wrote about it on this blog, but I’ll say it again: immediately after she asked me what I thought of her smoking in our apartment, and I said that I prefer she didn’t smoke in our room but that I’d forgive it if she wanted to smoke in the bathroom or kitchen….she immediately lit up again. She’s started smoking more and more and more in our room, and now is too lazy even to go to the window. Instead she’ll sit on her bed on the far end of the room and chain smoke. So there’s that.
Then she also gets pissed off at me all the time because I haven’t put away one of my suitcases under the bed. You might ask, “Why don’t you put your stuff away in the closet and then move the suitcase to make your roommate happy?” Well, good question, and I would totally agree to do that. Unfortunately, my roommate has taken over well over ¾ of our closet space. So I have no space for all of my clothing—and I don’t even have that much! Thus, I use my suitcase as a wardrobe. Which pisses off my roommate. But it’s her own goddamn fault.
We HAD a dining room table. But it’s now my roommate’s make-up table, for her sole use. Okay, fine, whatever, I don’t really need a dining room table or a make-up table. I actually thought it was kind of funny to start, and I’m sure I mentioned on this blog how many creams and whatevers my roommate has.
With the dining room table came two chairs, in addition to the two desk chairs in the bedroom. When the dining room table became my roommate’s own personal beauty salon, one of the chairs became her second personal chair. And she decided that the other chair that belonged to the former dining room should go into the bathroom so that she could do the bathroom-dependent part of her boudoir sitting down in comfort.
So basically, both of us have turned our desk chairs into coat racks, making them unusable for sitting on. When my roommate wants to watch a movie in bed, she’ll pull up her beauty salon chair next to her bed, put her computer on it, and watch a movie. Well, last night I decided I wanted to watch a movie in bed, too, so I took the second dining room table chair from the bathroom, put my computer on it, and then watched a movie in bed.
Well, one morning I’m getting ready when my roommate goes into the bathroom. “FUCK!” she screams in French. “FUCK!” She comes storming out of the bathroom, looking thoroughly pissed off, and goes, “Where’s the fucking chair?” She then sees that it’s next to my bed, she tells me to move my computer, gives me a nasty look like I’m just Satan himself, and then brings the chair back into the bathroom, all the while muttering dirty things in French under her breath.
What the fuck did I do? I took a chair? So I’m only allowed to use one, but she’s allowed three? What? And was it really all that horrible lugging some crappy, light-weight chair couple yards back to the bathroom? Was it really worth swearing over?
In the morning we have always worked out that she gets up first to turn on the hot water, then gets to sleep in for about 30 minutes longer. A few minutes later though, I’m the one who has to actually wake up and take the first shower while she gets to sleep. I think it’s a really fair system, and I think she thought so too.
This morning I woke up at my appointed time…and found that this girl hadn’t turned on the hot water. Whatever, no big deal. This just means that I have to turn it on and then wait like 10 or 15 minutes. So I did. After about 15 minutes I hopped into the shower…but since the morning schedule was running late because this girl didn’t turn on the water, I was basically getting into the shower at the same time that I’d be coming out of the bathroom to let my roommate take her turn in the shower. So I had basically just gotten into the shower, when my roommate came and started banging on the door and loudly telling me to hurry up, asking when I was going to be done, declaring that she needed to take a shower. Mind you, this was still a full hour before class was to start, so it’s not as if she was in danger of being late.
I tried to hurry up, but when I got out my roommate gave me such a dirty look, as if I were just the most selfish bitch on the planet, and she was muttering angrily to herself in French. I don’t get what I did! It’s her fucking fault, she didn’t turn on the hot water!
I was really upset that I was being treated like some selfish person, so I hurried up with getting ready and sat in the lobby of the building for a while. Eventually I decided I NEEDED to brush my teeth before class, and when I went up to the apartment my roommate barked at me, “Where were you?” Sounds like a harmless question, but this was not a harmless question. This was an angry question, DEMANDING to know where I was, as if I were supposed to ask for permission before being allowed to sit in the lobby.
So the common thing here is that the roommate will create a situation in which I do something that pisses her off….and then she gets mad at me as if it’s MY fault and she had nothing to do with it! I can’t stand it. I hate going back to my own room, because I feel scared that I’m gonna do something to piss her off again, and even when she’s not there I hate being in the room because it smells like smoke. Even when she’s asleep she makes my life miserable because she wakes me up with sleepy French yelling that scares the crap out of me.
Also, I’ve decided that ALL French people are crazy. Whether it was the two girls back on the kibbutz, or it’s this girl….they’re all fucking nuts and I can’t wait to deport them when I’m Prime Minister.
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