The trouble with roommates
Apr. 29th, 2005 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm not one fond of clean. I like clutter, it makes me feel like I belong. But our roommate doesn't. He's starting to date again, and he wants a place he won't feel embarrased bringing people to.
I was planning on cleaning the kitchen tonight after I came home from getting cat food. Instead, I walked in and....he'd cleaned. The kitchen. The living room. The dining room (sort of). I kind of freaked, whispered a stunned "Thank you," and barricaded myself in the bedroom.
Matt had cleaned the living room yesterday, just testing my limits of comfort. But Chris...he just sort of removed EVERYTHING to the point where it looks like a hotel room, and I start to shake and have nervous breakdown.
If you've seen Benny and Joon, and remember the scene where Sam's cleaning and Joon freaks out? Kinda like that.
Clean is NOT NATURAL. Hospital-sanitary is not normal in a house with three people and three cats. It makes me queasy, makes me want to throw things. Makes me feel....like crying, like I don't belong there, that they're just tolerating me and soon they're going to break and ask me to leave, that they can't stand me there, that I'm useless, not doing anything to help, too much of a hassle.
This is my apartment, too. My name's on the lease. Why won't anyone listen to me?
I was planning on cleaning the kitchen tonight after I came home from getting cat food. Instead, I walked in and....he'd cleaned. The kitchen. The living room. The dining room (sort of). I kind of freaked, whispered a stunned "Thank you," and barricaded myself in the bedroom.
Matt had cleaned the living room yesterday, just testing my limits of comfort. But Chris...he just sort of removed EVERYTHING to the point where it looks like a hotel room, and I start to shake and have nervous breakdown.
If you've seen Benny and Joon, and remember the scene where Sam's cleaning and Joon freaks out? Kinda like that.
Clean is NOT NATURAL. Hospital-sanitary is not normal in a house with three people and three cats. It makes me queasy, makes me want to throw things. Makes me feel....like crying, like I don't belong there, that they're just tolerating me and soon they're going to break and ask me to leave, that they can't stand me there, that I'm useless, not doing anything to help, too much of a hassle.
This is my apartment, too. My name's on the lease. Why won't anyone listen to me?