I recently got a roommate to live with me in my home. It is a three level townhouse that used to house five people, but after my sister moved we decided that I should get a roommate instead of selling the house or renting out to strangers. It made sense especially since it meant I would remain in the house I had lived in for almost seven years. I was a bit anxious because I have never really lived with anyone beside my sister. It took a while to find someone, but a month and a half ago my roommate *Tanya moved in. Things started out great, we got along and had a few things in common and in general she seemed easygoing. I am very much the homebody, a loner and I am very quiet. Upon living with Tanya I have learned a few more things about myself; I do not like living with people, it irritates me because I don't seem to like people around me or in my personal space. I seem to be semi OCD about cleanliness. I believe that when you share a space with someone you should respect yourself and them enough to keep the shared space clean. Don't leave your hair everywhere, don't brush your teeth and not clean up the toothpaste scum, don't leave your dishes in the sink for days on end, don't leave the counter tops dirty and stained with coffee. I always clean up after myself, please do the same. Comb your hair in your room, don't leave a colony of ringlets in the bathroom; that ish is nasty. After two weeks of cleaning up after her, I told her all the things I'd noticed and let her know she needed to do better. Well, I guess she felt slighted and she stopped speaking to me. I didn't really care because it actually suits me better this way, but I draw the line at texting me when your room is across the hall from mine. If you feel slighted, use your words if not you are SOL because I don't play that. Anyway, it has been a month since she became mute and I am counting down the days until she leaves. She is better with the cleaning up after herself but if you are a dirty person then your first instinct is to be nasty. Cleaning up after yourself is not second nature, so I still have to do some touching up when she is done. I applaud myself though for not being bitchy about the whole situation. Instead I just remember that I cleaned up after my niece and nephew for almost five years and I act like they still live with me.
On a different note, I am still holding strong on the weight loss front 67lbs down and counting. I am really proud of the fact that I am staying on track and I do not let my off days sway me or make me lose focus.
