Post by sapphiresmoke on Oct 24, 2009 1:11:32 GMT -5
I hate my roommate. That's really all there is to it. She's the most selfish, inconsiderate person I have ever met, and she tries to hide that by pretending she's "respecting my lifestyle." AUGH! I could strangle her, I really could.
She seemed so nice at first, but I should have guessed. There were always little hints. Like her moving my food around to make room for hers and taking the shelf out of our fridge without asking me, then putting it so that it leaned against my food. When I moved it so that it was between her food and mine, she put it back where I'd moved it from! No big deal, at the time. One of those things you just shrug off. But now I've had it.
Our first disagreement was about the lighting in the room in the morning. She gets up before me every day, and she always opened the blinds so the sunlight fell on my face. One morning, it woke me up and I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and asked her if the blinds could be closed until I woke up because it was really bright. She gave me this hurt look, like I was asking her to make this great personal sacrifice, but nodded (pouting all the while). As soon as I was asleep, she opened the door of our room. I woke up again and closed it. She turned the overhead light on. I sat up and told her that the point of closing the blinds was so that it wouldn't be light in the room. She said, "It's morning. I need light." I asked her what she needed light for. She repeated exactly what she'd just said. I asked her again, pointing out that if she was just going to be on her computer (and she was), why did she need light. She agreed to use her desk light in the mornings when I wasn't awake yet, I turned off the light, and I went back to sleep. I thought that was it and we could go back to being - if not friends - at least friendly.
She's bipolar, I swear she is. One day she's perfectly fine, and the next she won't even look at me. It's like I don't exist. Once, she was walking with someone we both know. That girl looked at me and waved and said hi like any decent person would. My roommate, on the other hand, looked straight ahead and didn't say a word. I know she saw me because of the way her face hardened - she'd been smiling a minute before. The first time she got mad at me was because, when she told me we were out of bottled water (at the point where we were sharing expenses of stuff like that), I said I'd pick some up later, since I was going to the grocery store. That was our entire exchange, and she stopped talking to me.
Today was the last straw. I'm asking for a roommate switch at semester. I came into the room and she was watching something on her computer with no headphones. I wanted to watch something on my computer, so I asked her if she'd use her headphones. Perfectly reasonable request, right? (Especially since she's ALWAYS used her headphones before - this was the first time she wasn't.) She looked at me and said, flat out, "Why?" I told her that I wanted to watch something, and I could hear whatever she was watching even with my headphones on. She looked back at her screen and didn't answer or plug her headphones in. I don't remember the exact wording of the lovely exchange that followed, but it consisted of her mostly not talking and me trying to get her to tell me what was wrong. I eventually gave up and unplugged my headphones and turned up my sound and started watching what I'd wanted to watch (maybe that was the wrong thing to do - I don't really care. I'm so fed up with her). She turned up her sound. I paused the computer and told her that I really didn't want to get into a battle with her. She didn't answer, so I pushed the point. I told her that I didn't want to not get along with her, but I couldn't do anything to fix the problem if she wouldn't talk to me. She said essentially, "Well, you closed the window." I asked why she hadn't mentioned anything then, if it irritated her that much. She gave me this bull**** answer that she was "trying to respect my lifestyle." I said that I didn't mind making changes if there was something that bothered her. She didn't like that - I could see it on her face. Probably because if I made changes, she'd have to do the same. She told me the same thing - almost the same wording, even. I told her again that if something I was doing bothered her she should tell me and we could work through it. She didn't answer. I plugged in my headphones and watched what I'd been wanting to watch. She didn't plug in her headphones, but she didn't go back to watching her show, either. She just sat there, pouting and filing her nails.
She's impossible! Every time I try to work something out with her, she stops talking to me. I've never asked her for anything beyond basic consideration - don't light the room up when I'm sleeping and use your headphones when the sound on your computer bothers me. I try to extend the same considerations to her. Heck, I do more for her than she does for me! I try to be quiet when she's sleeping. She's as loud as a person can possibly be when I'm sleeping (like talking very loudly on her phone, slamming doors and drawers, rustling plastic bags, you name it). I've had it. I could murder her! I'm going to apply for a new roommate at semester... If I last that long. Any more episodes like today's and I might just snap. Unfortunately, we're not allowed to change rooms in the middle of the year, and we're not allowed to change at all because of a conflict with a roommate. That means I have to find someone to switch with me, and that means inflicting her on them. I don't think I hate anyone that much.
She seemed so nice at first, but I should have guessed. There were always little hints. Like her moving my food around to make room for hers and taking the shelf out of our fridge without asking me, then putting it so that it leaned against my food. When I moved it so that it was between her food and mine, she put it back where I'd moved it from! No big deal, at the time. One of those things you just shrug off. But now I've had it.
Our first disagreement was about the lighting in the room in the morning. She gets up before me every day, and she always opened the blinds so the sunlight fell on my face. One morning, it woke me up and I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and asked her if the blinds could be closed until I woke up because it was really bright. She gave me this hurt look, like I was asking her to make this great personal sacrifice, but nodded (pouting all the while). As soon as I was asleep, she opened the door of our room. I woke up again and closed it. She turned the overhead light on. I sat up and told her that the point of closing the blinds was so that it wouldn't be light in the room. She said, "It's morning. I need light." I asked her what she needed light for. She repeated exactly what she'd just said. I asked her again, pointing out that if she was just going to be on her computer (and she was), why did she need light. She agreed to use her desk light in the mornings when I wasn't awake yet, I turned off the light, and I went back to sleep. I thought that was it and we could go back to being - if not friends - at least friendly.
She's bipolar, I swear she is. One day she's perfectly fine, and the next she won't even look at me. It's like I don't exist. Once, she was walking with someone we both know. That girl looked at me and waved and said hi like any decent person would. My roommate, on the other hand, looked straight ahead and didn't say a word. I know she saw me because of the way her face hardened - she'd been smiling a minute before. The first time she got mad at me was because, when she told me we were out of bottled water (at the point where we were sharing expenses of stuff like that), I said I'd pick some up later, since I was going to the grocery store. That was our entire exchange, and she stopped talking to me.
Today was the last straw. I'm asking for a roommate switch at semester. I came into the room and she was watching something on her computer with no headphones. I wanted to watch something on my computer, so I asked her if she'd use her headphones. Perfectly reasonable request, right? (Especially since she's ALWAYS used her headphones before - this was the first time she wasn't.) She looked at me and said, flat out, "Why?" I told her that I wanted to watch something, and I could hear whatever she was watching even with my headphones on. She looked back at her screen and didn't answer or plug her headphones in. I don't remember the exact wording of the lovely exchange that followed, but it consisted of her mostly not talking and me trying to get her to tell me what was wrong. I eventually gave up and unplugged my headphones and turned up my sound and started watching what I'd wanted to watch (maybe that was the wrong thing to do - I don't really care. I'm so fed up with her). She turned up her sound. I paused the computer and told her that I really didn't want to get into a battle with her. She didn't answer, so I pushed the point. I told her that I didn't want to not get along with her, but I couldn't do anything to fix the problem if she wouldn't talk to me. She said essentially, "Well, you closed the window." I asked why she hadn't mentioned anything then, if it irritated her that much. She gave me this bull**** answer that she was "trying to respect my lifestyle." I said that I didn't mind making changes if there was something that bothered her. She didn't like that - I could see it on her face. Probably because if I made changes, she'd have to do the same. She told me the same thing - almost the same wording, even. I told her again that if something I was doing bothered her she should tell me and we could work through it. She didn't answer. I plugged in my headphones and watched what I'd been wanting to watch. She didn't plug in her headphones, but she didn't go back to watching her show, either. She just sat there, pouting and filing her nails.
She's impossible! Every time I try to work something out with her, she stops talking to me. I've never asked her for anything beyond basic consideration - don't light the room up when I'm sleeping and use your headphones when the sound on your computer bothers me. I try to extend the same considerations to her. Heck, I do more for her than she does for me! I try to be quiet when she's sleeping. She's as loud as a person can possibly be when I'm sleeping (like talking very loudly on her phone, slamming doors and drawers, rustling plastic bags, you name it). I've had it. I could murder her! I'm going to apply for a new roommate at semester... If I last that long. Any more episodes like today's and I might just snap. Unfortunately, we're not allowed to change rooms in the middle of the year, and we're not allowed to change at all because of a conflict with a roommate. That means I have to find someone to switch with me, and that means inflicting her on them. I don't think I hate anyone that much.