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Sunday, February 13, 2005

 
Domesticity
I wonder what it would take for me to be truly happy with anyone I'm living with. I've never done the whole living with a significant other thing, but I have had a string of roommates, and it may not be a coincidence that my living situation changes each calendar year. Am I a bad roommate, or do I make poor roommate choices? I've always had a roommate because it's less expensive, it seems more social, and most recently because I wanted to have other people around for my dog's sake. Getting used to people takes time, and learning to modify your living habits to accomodate someone else's does too. Since I moved into my current places this fall I've started to:
1. Unplug my coffeemaker after using it, because one of my roommates does if I don't (paranoid about the house burning down perhaps, even though the machine is turned off), and so I thought I'd save them the trouble.
2. Quickly bag my recycling and/or hide it in my room, because one of my roommates is somehow against the concept and will throw out bottles and cans I leave on the counter to dry. I don't have a whole lot of faith in the blue bag program, but I just can't throw recyclables away.

To give them some credit my roommates/housemates have stopped:
1. Walking through my bedroom to get to the basement. (There is a set of stairs in my room that lead to the basement, but it is not the only route.)
2. Taking beer that I've purchased without replacing it.

Although it is one of the stranger living arrangements I've made for myself, I'm not unhappy. Everyone once in a while though, I look around and I'm amazed, and I tell myself that I'll make these people into characters in a story one day.

Comments:
I hear your roommate on the coffeemaker. I personally have no coffeemaker issues -- ours is very friendly, it has a clock -- but I religiously unplug my toaster oven. I'm not sure why, except I was raised to do so. And now I can't stop! (But I like it.)
 
The thing is, leaving the toaster oven doesn't bother him, despite the fact that it is a menace. It doesn't work properly until it has completely burned one piece of toast and filled the kitchen with smoke. Subsequent toast slices come out okay, but careful monitoring of slice #1 is required.
 
Leaving the toast oven plugged in, I mean.
 
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