I consider myself to be someone who possesses a pretty decent amount of flexibility. More so than the average person, actually. I can handle a lot when it comes to other people's habits and practices in their daily life, and when you live with a roommate or loved one, its a quality of great importance. Mine, however, stops at the toilet paper roll.
My current roommate seems to be a fairly normal girl. She's responsible, has a steady job and has all appearances of not being crazy. All good things. She may be a bit "granola", but not to an unhealthy degree. For starters, she is preparing her own pile of compost for a spring garden. The large pile is out in the backyard, but she collects a container's worth of compost-ready materials almost weekly, and stores this container on the kitchen counter. Most people would find this disgusting, I mean I do, but I look past it. It doesn't smell and hasn't attracted a sleuth of fruit flies or other bugs, so aside from being able to see the food product remains sitting there on the counter (a clear container was not the best choice), it doesn't bother me.
I even look past the fact that when she leaves in the morning (generally before I wake up) she turns the heat down as if I'm not in need of the same luxury while I'm getting ready for work. I've even told her that she doesn't need to do this because it's something that I am perfectly capable of doing when I leave the house. Old habits die hard, I guess. Not to mention the amount of noise she makes while getting ready, which is generally anywhere between 6am-730am. It's not as if I am lazy and wake up late. To me, getting up at 8am-830am isn't late. Especially when my work day doesn't start until 11am. Am I wrong for wanting her to dial it down a bit in those early hours, so as to not disturb my slumber? I get home around 1130pm on my work days. That's not THAT late, but I understand that it's late for some and make every effort to be quiet as a mouse when I get home. The fact that I'm not given the same courtesy doesn't really bother me. It's just one of those things you have to deal with when living with someone else.
Just. Don't. Touch. My. Toilet. Paper. The toilet paper needs to hang from the holder facing a certain direction, and that direction is facing you, pulling from the top of the roll. This pulling from behind the roll business is unacceptable! It appears as if I'm having a "battle of rolls" with myself, because I'm fairly certain that my roommate couldn't care less either way. Sometimes she places it with the roll facing backwards, and other times she places it the correct way. I just simply correct the roll if placed improperly, but do so begrudgingly because it seems unfathomable to me why anyone would ever place it incorrectly to begin with. I've been told once before that the proper way to place a roll is, in fact, what I consider to be the improper way. At least according to Feng Shui. BOLLUCKS! That is complete and utter horse-s***! Stay away, Feng Shui.....STAY AWAY!
One would think that the obvious solution to this would be to simply ask my roommate to place the roll in the way that I like if she finds herself in the position of changing it (often times I try to time it so that I'm the one changing the roll so I can avoid the possibility of an improperly placed one), but I'm far too embarrassed to reveal my true feelings on the subject.
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