Rant on the Suitemate
Alright so those of you who know me know that I'm generally cool with letting people borrow my stuff, as long as they ask me first. And even if you take it without asking and put it back when you're done with it, I probably won't even notice it was gone. Unfortunately, my suitemate neither ASKS to borrow things, nor does she return them. So if you borrow without permission, and then don't return the item in question, isn't that essentially stealing? For instance, this morning, as I'm running late, trying to rush out the door, I realize I can't find my flip flops. I look everywhere, ask my roommate and she says, "Oh Stephanie might have taken them. She was in here last night, complaining that you took all your flip flops home." So I walk next door, and what do I see, sitting at the foot of Stephanie's bed? My flip flops. Not just any flip flops though, because normally it wouldn't bother me that much. No, these are MY flip flops. The ones I wear EVERY day, that are PERFECTLY formed to my feet. But I'm in a hurry and don't really have time to be angry about it, plus she's sleeping anyways, so i slide them on and run out the door. As I'm walking down the stairs, I notice that they're stretched out and aren't as comfortable as they usually are. That's when I get mad.
I've also woken up to find my toothpaste and my hair straightener missing, or looked through my closet unable to find a particular shirt. Little things that are frustrating, but on their own, not worth starting something over. Then there are some things you just don't borrow. In my opinion, tennis shoes and boots are a personal thing. They get sweaty and smelly and should be for one pair of feet only. Well, apparently not for everyone. I get back from class one day and Stephanie, with the shoes still on her feet, says, "I left my tennis shoes in Savannah. You don't mind if I borrow these for the rest of the day, do you?" AND, they were my NEW tennis shoes. I had never even worn them before. Which brings me to my next point: New things. The person who owns a new item of clothing should always be the first to wear it. You spent the money on it, you should get to enjoy it first. So imagine my frustration when Stephanie pulls a shirt of MINE, tags still attached, out from under HER bed and asks to borrow it. I did finally get a shirt that I had been looking for all semester back last week though.
Now, if she were like...poor and impoverished, without anything nice of her own, I might feel bad for her, and let her borrow more of my things. But she's not. She's got PLENTY of nice stuff of her own! I've even borrowed her shoes a few times (always returned promptly). I bought her $30 worth of clothes with my employee discount, and she has never paid me back. She hasn't paid me for a concert ticket yet, and I swear, if she doesn't by next week, I'm NOT taking her!
Then there was the time she decided to dye her hair in OUR room and got hair dye all over the floor and counter. That stuff doesn't come up. We'll probably be charged for that at the end of the year. I mean, I guess what bothers me most is a general lack of consideration on her part. She walks around like she owns this suite and everything in it. I already put duct tape on my closet. I need to start hiding my stuff. Oh wait, I tried that. She found it. A dorm room is only so big. There aren't many good hiding places. Maybe I just need to develop really bad hygiene habits. Who would want to borrow the clothes of someone who only bathes once a week?
I wish I could just talk to her about it, but she's a bit of a drama queen and would probably get offended. Plus she would have excuses for everything to make me look like the bad guy. And I've been holding all of this in for so long that if I tried to talk to her about it, it would probably come out bitter and hateful and then I'd really look like a bitch. And we have another semester living together. So no sense making things awkward. Any other suggestions would be greatly appreciated though!
I've also woken up to find my toothpaste and my hair straightener missing, or looked through my closet unable to find a particular shirt. Little things that are frustrating, but on their own, not worth starting something over. Then there are some things you just don't borrow. In my opinion, tennis shoes and boots are a personal thing. They get sweaty and smelly and should be for one pair of feet only. Well, apparently not for everyone. I get back from class one day and Stephanie, with the shoes still on her feet, says, "I left my tennis shoes in Savannah. You don't mind if I borrow these for the rest of the day, do you?" AND, they were my NEW tennis shoes. I had never even worn them before. Which brings me to my next point: New things. The person who owns a new item of clothing should always be the first to wear it. You spent the money on it, you should get to enjoy it first. So imagine my frustration when Stephanie pulls a shirt of MINE, tags still attached, out from under HER bed and asks to borrow it. I did finally get a shirt that I had been looking for all semester back last week though.
Now, if she were like...poor and impoverished, without anything nice of her own, I might feel bad for her, and let her borrow more of my things. But she's not. She's got PLENTY of nice stuff of her own! I've even borrowed her shoes a few times (always returned promptly). I bought her $30 worth of clothes with my employee discount, and she has never paid me back. She hasn't paid me for a concert ticket yet, and I swear, if she doesn't by next week, I'm NOT taking her!
Then there was the time she decided to dye her hair in OUR room and got hair dye all over the floor and counter. That stuff doesn't come up. We'll probably be charged for that at the end of the year. I mean, I guess what bothers me most is a general lack of consideration on her part. She walks around like she owns this suite and everything in it. I already put duct tape on my closet. I need to start hiding my stuff. Oh wait, I tried that. She found it. A dorm room is only so big. There aren't many good hiding places. Maybe I just need to develop really bad hygiene habits. Who would want to borrow the clothes of someone who only bathes once a week?
I wish I could just talk to her about it, but she's a bit of a drama queen and would probably get offended. Plus she would have excuses for everything to make me look like the bad guy. And I've been holding all of this in for so long that if I tried to talk to her about it, it would probably come out bitter and hateful and then I'd really look like a bitch. And we have another semester living together. So no sense making things awkward. Any other suggestions would be greatly appreciated though!