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Originally Posted by oilers_fan
I live alone, and have no idea how people can deal with roommates. It was bad enough when I lived at home.
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Totally. I did my time living with people and I'll never do it again unless it's a LTR. I don't know what's worse, roommate-wise... A friend or a not-friend. It sucks living with a friend because you're constantly bombarded by your other friends coming over all the time, uninvited by yourself, but invited by your roomie. You just never seem to get the alone time that you need. And it also sucks living with a non-friend because if they're into different things, you have to put up with them and their hobbies and habits.
I used to live with someone that liked wrestling. I personally can't stand wrestling. The guy was cool and everything, but he'd have those PPV nights where all his buddies would come over and watch fully grown, half naked men rub their bodies against each other and jump around and bounce off elastic ropes and yell and scream (can you tell I hate wrestling?).
He also liked computer video games and would constantly be playing video games at the kitchen table.
To be clear, I don't look down on either of those activities, I just don't partake in them. So contantly being around them eventually got to me and I had to move out. Indeed, living with people sucks.
And family is no better. After being overseas for a year, I had no place to live when I got back and had to stay at my parents house for a few months. Brutal. I was 28 and living at home. In the spare room beside my parents' room. One sunday morning my stepmom stuck her head in my room to ask me if I wanted to go to church (lol!) and discovered that I was not alone in the room. It was terrible. They actually had "the talk" with me at the age of 28. As if I wasn't already motivated, that episode propelled me toward the red line as far as finding my own place was concerned.