friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

Good Roommate Gone Bad
I'm sure we've all had bad or crazy roommate experiences, so I thought I'd share mine. Hearing all these stories are somewhat entertaining, right?So, this goes back to April 2016; I was twenty-two years old, and I had a friend who lived in Sheffield, and when I first went to visit him, I fell in love with the city. The architecture was beautiful, the weather was scorching all the time. But most of all, what I loved was that when you come out of the train station, there is a gigantic fountain wall!I went down early April with my best friend to see a concert for my birthday, and whilst we were there, I used Tinder to try and find someone that could potentially be looking for someone to live with, or know someone who is looking for someone to live with. I met this specific girl, and I told her my situation, and she said that she had a spare room, and she invited me down to check out the house that she was staying in. My first instinct was there was something off about her because you don't just ask someone you have just started talking to, on Tinder may I add, to come down and stay with you for a few days. I could have been a serial killer for all she knew. But it is a bit hypocritical of me to say, because I still went down, and she could have been a serial killer.I went back down at the end of April to meet this girl, and to check out the house. When I first meet her, she is very friendly, and we walked home together, and when we got to the house, she offered to cook for me, and nobody can say no to free food, right? She then spoke about her old roommate who moved out before I came down, and she said things with her didn't go well. At first, she told me that her roommate was a bit depressed, she kept having a go at my roommate, and eventually, they had a massive argument, and then the next day, she packed her bags and she didn't leave a note or say goodbye, and she was gone. Now, a word of advice to people who have never moved out of the home before, if you have just met someone off of "a dating app" and they say it's okay for you to move in with them, and they don't have a good story of how it went with their last roommate, that is a red flag. Because I didn't know her that well, and because I like to believe in people, I decided I would move in no matter what. But, throughout that weekend, where I had my trial one, she kept bringing this guy home that she met prior a week before I came down. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable, and in a way, I found it kind of rude. The impression I got of this guy was that he was no good; I was right!We went to this "rave club" every night whilst I was there. It was nice to meet all of her friends because they were lovely, and most of them were extremely funny. He was also there, and there was this specific girl, who had it in for my roommate, because she started seeing this guy, and this girl was his ex-girlfriend. I spent one of the nights, trying to make her feel better, because she was a bad bummed out by that girl, and the drama going on whilst we're trying to have fun. Then the next day, I find out, he came over at 6 am, after he finished working there. I was starting to get annoyed at how that weekend was supposed to be about her and I getting to know each other, but he was taking away most of her time. But I didn't have a say in any of it because it wasn't my house yet. He would often leave in the middle of the day, and then she and I would spend some time with her and her friends. On my last morning, I remember hearing them both moan slightly, and the bed downstairs squeaking. The problem being in the room above her room is I would have had to listen to them have sex; that was no fun at all. About ten minutes go by, and she comes up to my room and sits on my bed, and then says that he and she had sex, and I nod and reply: "yeah, I know- I heard." Her face went as red as a beetroot, and she face palmed herself and apologized, and told me if she's ever loud again, just stomp on the ground. We'll see how well that went down later. Just a disclaimer, I'm not against people having sex, it's the most natural thing ever, and if I hear someone have sex, I usually catch interest and I'm like, "Ooh la la!" But when it's somebody I don't know very well, who is in the room below me, and isn't even trying to be quiet or sly about it, it does make me feel slightly uncomfortable. However, a part of it may have been a hint of jealousy, because I wasn't getting laid at that time.After that, I went back to Scotland, and I thanked her for letting me stay there for a weekend, and I asked her if she wanted any money for me staying there, and she replied, "No, that's fine." I decided to move in with her at the start of June. I spent most of those two months hoping he would not be in her life. But sadly, we don't always get what we want.So I move all my stuff down to Sheffield, I pay her the rent (in cash) straight away, we have a takeaway, and her boyfriend is there too. She tells me how they are getting on, and that they started seeing each other. At first, it was fantastic, I got a job within two weeks of living down there, and the pay was great. However, you had to deal with a lot of shit from people. She involved me with her friends as much as possible, and then about a month into me staying down there, I was settling in, and a fact about me is that I'm a hardcore introvert; I was into playing games with people on the internet at the time, so I spent most of my free time doing that. I felt free for a long time, I didn't have my parents forcing me to go to bed, if I wanted to stay up until 5 am playing video games, I would! But work began to weigh on me; when I went for the interview, they did say I would have to work at least one Saturday a month there, and that wasn't a problem. But, I ended up working at least five Saturdays, and I was only there for two and a half months. I was working Monday to Friday 10 am until 8 pm, and then when I was working Saturdays, I'd be working 10 am until 4 pm. It was tiring. My roommate was somebody who worked from home, and when she did have to go to work, she was there for five hours tops. She hardly ever went to work, and when I came home, she was about to go out to the pub with her friends. But my point was, she stayed at home all day—she could have taken breaks whenever she wanted to. She also invited her friends around for dinner most nights, and she would never clean the dishes up after them. Whenever I cooked dinner for myself, I would clean my plate straight away, because that is how I was brought up. One night, she even got one of her friends to clean the dishes... what?
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