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Is it just me, or is it rude to invite someone (say, your roommate) to do something in front of someone else and completely ignore that other person? This is probably the third time it's happened in the last few weeks. I know I'm not the most talkative person, but I tend to not talk if I don't have anything to say. I've tried to be more open and friendly with my roommates, but it's the same thing every year no matter what their personalities are like.
I want to have a good relationship with my roommates and be able to talk to them and do things with them, but it never seems to work out. I really want to be friends with my roommates, but it seems like Pauline and Nicole (and Jackie) are friends and they just tolerate me. I really tired of things always ending up like this.
I think maybe I'm too picky about a lot of things. I've tried to cut back/stop doing things that might be annoying to them, but it hasn't seemed to help any. I've tried to take being woken up almost every morning in stride and not be annoyed or pissy about it. I try to take care of my things and keep them out of the way, but there's no reciprocity. My dining room table? is apparently Pauline's desk. Maybe I really am a hard person to live with? Or maybe I'm letting them walk all over me and they're taking it for granted? I have no idea. Does anyone have any insight?
I want to have a good relationship with my roommates and be able to talk to them and do things with them, but it never seems to work out. I really want to be friends with my roommates, but it seems like Pauline and Nicole (and Jackie) are friends and they just tolerate me. I really tired of things always ending up like this.
I think maybe I'm too picky about a lot of things. I've tried to cut back/stop doing things that might be annoying to them, but it hasn't seemed to help any. I've tried to take being woken up almost every morning in stride and not be annoyed or pissy about it. I try to take care of my things and keep them out of the way, but there's no reciprocity. My dining room table? is apparently Pauline's desk. Maybe I really am a hard person to live with? Or maybe I'm letting them walk all over me and they're taking it for granted? I have no idea. Does anyone have any insight?