i'm finished with roommates, save significant others. i've had more than my fill of them. in college i had a few roommates from hell and i don't ever wish to repeat that. when i come home, i'm home and away from the craziness of the world outside. home is my sanctuary. when the phone rings, it's for me. those dirty dishes in the sink? no worries, they're mine. i can take out the garbage as often as i want, not clean the shower for weeks, make my bed whenever, etc.
last night i was so tired. i've been sick so i thought i'd go to bed early. i turned in about about 9:45 and read for a little bit. as i was turning off my light, i got a text message on my phone from N, the spanish assistant from costa rica. she was wondering if i was still up, and if so, could she come over for a little bit because she'd just had a huge fight with her roommate O, the assistant from russia. as much as i wanted to go to bed, i said yeah, come on over, because i know exactly what it feels like to get in a huge fight with someone and still have to be in the same proximity with that person.
N came over in tears, so frustrated. O has some issues-- she's wicked, wicked moody and tends to fly off the handle at any time-- she's very unpredictable. i've kept my distance from O-- i'm a bit wary of her. she seems to have some other agenda and i've always gotten a bit of a mean vibe from her. i can't imagine living with her (or anyone else, as noted in my paragraph above). N is under the impression that if you live with someone and have to share common space, you must compromise. uh, yeah! this is beyond O's comprehension. O is always eating N's stuff, drinking N's water, etc. O never says good morning and rarely speaks unless spoken to. this drives N crazy, as N is a very warm-natured, giving, fun person.
it was hard to see N so upset last night. i knew what i wanted to tell her in english, but trying to think of the right words to say in french proved nearly impossible. i know she just needed someone to talk to and validate what she was feeling, which i did. shit. life is hard enough over here without friends and family, in another language, etc., without your roomie going mental on you all the time. it makes me glad to live alone.