Offbeat Academia: Roommate choices affect home harmony

He's always right there – snoring next to you, eating next to you, brushing his teeth while you're on the toilet – and you've become fearful that you'll never again have the luxury of sleeping alone.

Suddenly, you're defensive. You start blowing up over little things. She's trying to suffocate you, she never apologizes, and she hated your black bean rice soup. You've become a self-destructive, ticking time bomb, waiting for the right moment to stomp out and never come back.

That happens a lot, I'm sure. But it hasn't happened to me, yet. I'm crossing my fingers.

Before living in this house, I lived with three boys with whom I had strictly platonic relationships, so it didn't happen there either. Although, I pretty much became the mother of the house – cooking dinner, cleaning, taking care of a dying cat, adding and dividing bills – I enjoyed it for the most part.

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