Earlier this week, I wrote a listicle called “10 Tips for Getting Along with Your College Roommate” (did you email it to all the soon-to-be college freshman in your lives and/or share it on Facebook??), which prompted some discussion about roommates in general. Someone suggested we should have a crazy roommate open thread, and, voila!, here it is.
I have only had five roommates — well, six if you count the ex-boyfriend I lived with for three years who became more of a roommate that a luvah in the end (the “end” being two years long, but who’s counting?). And since I am friendly with all of them still, I wouldn’t say anything about them here even if they were crazy. Which, of course, they totally weren’t. Not at all. And I’m sure they’d say exactly the same about me, too. We are and have always been the picture of mental health and have never, ever done anything remotely crazy or inappropriate or even a little odd. Like asking our roommate to vacate the apartment every Saturday so the other roommate could enjoy private couple time with his/her significant other. Not just one Saturday for a few hours, but every Saturday, all day. And none of us ever went months without cleaning the bathroom and weeks without washing a single dish. And no one ever drew the shades every single afternoon and listened to gloomy music on repeat in a dark room in the middle of a beautiful day. And no one — certainly not me — ever screamed out her window on a near-daily basis to passers by below to “seek shelter immediately” or that there was a “blue plate special in Room 811.” And no one claimed to be stalked by a ghost for a whole year — not I, for sure. Picture Perfect Mental Health, I tell you.
And you? What kinda crazy roommate stories do you have?