I dumped out two half gallons of milk that were not mine nor my roommates that were in our fridge for over a week and just got lectured about how rude it was. Mind you, these two extra gallons made SIX gallons of milk in our fridge leaving no space for anything really above the bottom shelf. I’m sorry, but who spent the weekend grocery shopping, vacuuming, general laundry, cleaning the couches and the dining area, and most of the kitchen? Ha, I did. Who also gets the mail often and complains to the office when lights need to be replaced on our walkway? Imagine that. Maybe if I got some more respect in this house I would show the same towards guests. These are the same guests who spend week nights yelling in our living room and the room next door to mine post-midnight and using our bathroom and kitchen without offering to clean. Doesn’t anyone understand? It’s not like it hasn’t been said before. Lets just hypothetically say I got thanked for cleaning up after them by the roommate that brings over the guest with the milk. I know this sounds outrageous, but lets just pretend. I might have talked about things rather than just taking action. Hard concept, I know.
I’d say this again to their faces, but like always, I will just get stuck with nonsense about me being selfish. My roommates need to realize I live here, too. What’s wrong with being able to get to bed before 1? Last week I spent 3-4 nights not able to sleep as a result of noise past midnight. “It’s so early,” I always hear. And every morning I cringe at the sight of our bathroom, grossed out by putting bare feet to the floor. I clean it every 3 weeks, but I get no help between then. “I have to be specifically told what to do, I can’t just do something on my own,” I hear as well. Who are we, kinder-gardeners in arts and crafts time?
I feel I put in effort into keeping the place presentable and livable, and when I have people over I make sure they clean up after themselves or not be loud past a certain point if at all. I respect their space. I would definitely not infringe upon it, it’s 100% their house as it is mine. I don’t play super loud music or watch loud movies or play loud games and I respect the needs of the people I share this home with. And I would certainly never allow my non-roommate friends to leave a considerable amount of food for an extended amount of time in my house’s fridge ESPECIALLY if I had my OWN fridge in my room. Now an action like that seems rude and an infringement of space.
I love my roommates, I do. I just feel like I always have to push past disrespect more than I should. Today my legs physically hurt because I was up on my feet for so long doing things around and for the house. I’m still tired from it. And today I get called rude for making room for the things we bought at the store by getting rid of some non-roommate milk? Really? It makes me feel horrible that I can’t even get a thank you or God-forbid a night’s sleep that begins prior to midnight.
Though I complain, I have to give credit. Thanks, Megan, for doing shopping on most weekends. And keeping track of owes and work schedules. I appreciate it! And Sarah, thanks for cleaning some things before you work. And doing dishes, as well. You guys work really hard and that should not go unnoticed a single bit. And a quick thanks to Michael, for the one time you have cleaned the bathroom since I’ve lived here.
