I'm sure everyone who's lived with room mates has experienced a head pounding frustration, and I'm not talking about a headache, I mean literally wanting to pound your head through a wall because reasoning with a stubborn room mate becomes the one unresolved, pending, dwindling project that sits stale in the back of your mind. That ridiculous issue spins in circles, charging your entire body, while your rational thoughts and sass pound at the back of your teeth, and all you could spit out is "no problem". WHY do we do this to ourselves? Well I do it to keep the peace, so that the next morning after I've dreamt about Johnny Depp, I could continue my charmed mood and not have to deal with a bitter confrontation. Sometimes however, you hear stories where room mates have cracked, they've built up so much loathing frustration that they twitch at the sight of their roomie, avoiding all contact, couch surfing at friends, buying gym memberships and going out for coffee 10 times a day just to be out of the apartment. Then, on the day they look at their debit statements and count an outrageous number of toothbrushes they had to buy in the last little while, they realize they haven't been living at their apartment for the last 4 months. Another common situation, for those who just don't care to ruin any sort of roomie/friend connection, is to have an argument and move out. Simple hey? And THEN there is my situation. Living with a good friend/ex neighbour in the middle of nowhere where one of my lifelong dreams (shop space) has come true and is attached to my apartment. I don't really have options to move elsewhere in my tiny town unless I want to pay double rent, sacrifice my dream and friendship. If you're someone who is a peacekeeper in a terrible roomie relationship, you will be able to relate to many of my frustrations. This blog is about my relationship with the cockroach roomie.
Namaste
