Roommates. They're enough to drive the saintliest among us to utter distraction. As I am far from saintly, that distraction can ramp up to absolute batsh!t bonkers in a matter of nanoseconds. They eat me out of house and home, then barf it up on my bed and floor. They trash my furniture and leave a room looking like a cyclone passed through. Muddy footprints, hair every-freaking-where, and smells that could be weaponized. They yell about wanting to go out, then stand in the open doorway contemplating the mysteries of life while insects or rain blow in. They never ever cook a single meal or offer to get takeout, yet demand a taste of whatever I'm trying to eat. They drool, they fart, they squabble and fuss, they have zero respect for your personal space.
And yet...then again...
It's nice to come home to someone who is always glad to see you.
It's nice to have someone who is always pleased to just hang out with you at home. And never gripes about binge-watching The Mandalorian or Bridgerton or whatever.
Whatever furniture you want to use, they are guaranteed to occupy before you're done even thinking about it.
On the other hand, the floor is also available, and there's more of it to go around.
Once in a while I am myself the furniture. And called into service without so much as a by-your-leave.
It's actually very nice to have someone, several someones, who will listen to me talk, complain, and cry without ever trying to shush me. Never offering unsolicited advice. Never trying to change the subject. And never, ever mentioning a single word of what I might say to another soul.
They just want me to share my snacks. They are roommates after all.
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