My boyfriend’s younger brother has found his own place. Our living situation has gone back to normal. Or as normal as we can get,anyway. We seem to have toilet paper when we need it and coffee is lasting longer. I hadn’t met anyone who drinks as much coffee as Adam until I met Eli.That’s another story.
The problem of maintaining the toilet paper levels so that there was always a roll on the holder and at least one spare drove me nuts when we had 5 people living here. It just wasn’t happening and it led to ill feeling. The guys living here seem to think that buying toilet paper is not their concern.This amazes me as it is just one of those things you can’t live without like air. And as for souring roommate relations go it tops the toothpaste top being left off (a crime of mine, I am not perfect) and stealing food.
Toilet Paper–you’ve got to buy it to have it. There isn’t a T.P. fairy.
We have a store on our block and in order to get to our house you must pass this store. In this store you can buy toilet paper. I began to think they were sociopaths that would brazenly breeze past a haven of paper products knowing all the time we had not one shred of toilet paper in the bathroom. Like they were doing it to me on purpose.
It turned out it there was nothing deliberate about it. It just didn’t occur to them. But then the thought that it didn’t occur to them made me even more angry than the thought that they just wouldn’t buy a roll even if they could.
When I lived alone one roll could last me 4 or 5 days and girls are supposed to go through tp faster than boys. I will spare you the reasons why.
I calculated that one of us should buy 4 rolls of tp a week and we could take turns. 4 people = 4 rolls once a week.
One afternoon A was in the bathroom using paper towels as a pitch hitter and on the spot
I loudly shared my plan with the men in the room a plan that would guarantee when we reached for the trusty roll there was some toilet paper on it. Unimpressed by my passion they looked at me blankly and turned back to Sports Center.
It’s becoming more obvious every day that hoping my roommates will become considerate and aware individuals who would like nothing more than to provide for their own basic needs rather than just expecting or not caring if something is at hand is pointless.
Living on your own is the only way to learn self sufficience. Without someone else around to maybe pick up the slack you are forced to do it all by yourself. So if there isn’t any soap in the shower or a rotting bowl of oatmeal in the fridge it is on you.
The curious thing is that the dudes I am bitching about are capable of doing for themselves.It was made apparent when A and I were away for two weeks that they could buy coffee and toilet paper. But they would do it 2 or 3 days after the item had run out.
My other roommate told me that they went without tp for almost 4 days and there weren’t any paper towels in the house. (He was hiding a roll in his room).
The attraction of a site like passiveagressivenotes.com is the revelation that these exact conflicts and issues can turn any kind of person, even a Mother Theresa or Ghandi, into a snarling, scheming, spiteful wretch of a human being. One that would remove the extra bars of soap from the shower and hide them in her underwear drawer(me) before going on a trip so that her clueless roommates and their hangers on would have to get their own or the take the roll with you kind of guy like my roommate.
I have written a few notes in my day. But sheer anger has turned me aggressively confrontational. I will look you in the eye and call you a fucking asshole if there isn’t any toliet paper when I need some.