There are so many people we meet while sailing through life while there are just a handful we actively keep in it. Some are just passing acquaintances, some make for friends, a few might end up being despised, but all of them are important at the end of the day. The need for human contact is essential, no matter how independent or how much of a loner you claim to be. You can deny it, you can act like it doesn’t matter, or you can embrace it. It’s next to impossible to live without someone, which is why us singletons have roommates.
I personally believe that having a roommate, or roommates, could be the most horrifying and fruitful experience humans have. Imagine this: you’re alone and you end up coming down with the flu. That inevitably leads to you missing mom, right? Well, you won’t miss her as much if you have a roommate fussing over your diet. making you tomato soup and buying your meds for you. Trust me, I would know considering I’m ill 60% of the times.
It’s relationship all by itself, no less than a marriage. You are, after all, living with another person. You could be messy while she could be clean, you could be a tomboy and she could be a girly girl, you could like sitting on your ass all day and she could be forced to do all the shopping and all of this could be vice-versa too. But at the end of the day you know, you just know that if you’ve had a day full of crap, you can go and cry in her arms without question.
College is a different era. You spend most of your nights up trying to finish your work load when actually most of your time is spent in, for a lack of a better word, bakchodi. Most of that time goes by in a cloud of lethargy, frustration, extreme laughter over the most unbelievably stupid things and finally, last-minute panic. In retrospect, it’s a beautiful experience. And all of it is because of that roommate. You’ll constantly be bickering like an old married couple over simple chores like changing the bed sheet or sweeping the room. You’ll make fun of each other but dare someone else try. You’ll fuck up, you’ll apologize and you’ll love them all over again. If you’re really lucky, you’ll find what I like to describe as a soul-sister.
They stay with you even after your time together is done. You may not speak as often and you might even lose touch. But on a rainy afternoon you might decide to walk around in your oldest pair of jammies and you might just miss her complimenting your ass with a roadside-romeo look on her face. The urge to be with her and hug her will consume you for just that moment before it passes and you forget to call her again. But she’s there. I know that sounds like a cheesy break-up line but letting go of your roommate is not so different from one. You spend most of your nights together, go out on dates all the time, watch rom-coms, buy each other presents, fight like maniacs when you do, and tell each other everything. Sound familiar?
It’s taxing, it’s complete madness, it’s happiness, it’s frustrating, it’s crazy but eventually, it’s totally worth it.