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One thing I've noticed is missing from those "how to deal with an introvert" lists: their space/stuff is not public property, even if it happens to be accessible to you.
And that is why I categorically do not want a roommate. My past experiences with non-romantic partner roommates have been all about boundary violations.
Orientation week my freshman year, I had no roommate. It was glorious. I started nursing hopes of maybe having a room to myself. I went home for the weekend, needing to do laundry and eat not-dorm food etc., and returned Sunday night to find my new roommate watching my TV eating popcorn she'd popped in my microwave. It might have even been my popcorn.
First semester sophomore year, my roommate was okay, but one of our suitemates was a klepto, and some of my silverware went missing. Fortunately, suitemate had a nervous breakdown and left at Christmas break, right after announcing she might have exposed all of us to lice. Roommate got into a sorority, so a friend became my new roommate.
I walked into my dorm room one day second semester sophomore year to find one of my new roommate's friends using my computer. I was so angry and so flabbergasted that anyone would think that was okay, I couldn't think of anything coherent to say, so I turned around and walked out.
Junior year was more about noise during naptime than anything else. I think I permanently put my roommate off by refusing to share my tiny fridge.
The big lesson I learned in my first two years of college? When I live with another person my property is not safe in my own room.
And that is why I categorically do not want a roommate. My past experiences with non-romantic partner roommates have been all about boundary violations.
Orientation week my freshman year, I had no roommate. It was glorious. I started nursing hopes of maybe having a room to myself. I went home for the weekend, needing to do laundry and eat not-dorm food etc., and returned Sunday night to find my new roommate watching my TV eating popcorn she'd popped in my microwave. It might have even been my popcorn.
First semester sophomore year, my roommate was okay, but one of our suitemates was a klepto, and some of my silverware went missing. Fortunately, suitemate had a nervous breakdown and left at Christmas break, right after announcing she might have exposed all of us to lice. Roommate got into a sorority, so a friend became my new roommate.
I walked into my dorm room one day second semester sophomore year to find one of my new roommate's friends using my computer. I was so angry and so flabbergasted that anyone would think that was okay, I couldn't think of anything coherent to say, so I turned around and walked out.
Junior year was more about noise during naptime than anything else. I think I permanently put my roommate off by refusing to share my tiny fridge.
The big lesson I learned in my first two years of college? When I live with another person my property is not safe in my own room.