Admission of Hair-Raising Guilt
I was a Very Worst Roommate to the poor normal girl assigned to share a dorm room with me. While I’m not sure what she found most traumatic, I’m sure that my sudden transformation from blonde social butterfly to black-haired, tattooed, punk rock bitch was a little sudden (it did take place over the course of one week, after all). Our beds were on opposite sides of the room, and there was literally a line where the pile of trash and dirty clothes ended, and her neat side began. I usually walked in and took a flying leap over the trash into my bed. She would often walk in on me smoking in our room (all of the campus was smoke-free), smoking pot in our room, or taking a nap with my female friend. I didn’t steal her stuff out of the fridge, but one day, I commented on how good the ice cream bars she and a friend were eating looked. I had been complaining about a weight gain recently, and the friend snidely said, “you shouldn’t have one if you’re so worried.” I threw a wooden hairbrush at her head and walked out. I actually threw stuff at the roommate as well. I also made fun of her for wearing make-up, caring what color bra went under what color shirt, and being involved in intramural leagues. While we managed to live with one another for the entire three quarters, it wasn’t until I regained some semblance of sanity that I realized how terrifying it must have been for her. We would never have been friends. When I saw her in a bar during our senior year, and we both pretended that we didn’t know each other.
At least you’re self-aware enough to recognize what a horror you were.
It’s the rare (or conveniently forgetful) person who doesn’t cringe at what they were during early adulthood.
I dunno, Lisa… I know a lot of people who only cringe at the easy things (excessive partying, not taking advantage of opportunities, etc) and ignore the nastier ones like being a jerk roommate, treating people like dirt, or just being an ego-centric jerk. I mean, it’s pretty easy to admit you were a stupid kid, but harder to admit you have been wrong all along.
I consider self-awareness one of the most attractive qualities in people
I wonder what it was that brought about this change in a week. And how long did you stay that way?
Have you since had the decency to apologise?
Um, I hope you had some sort of psychological evaluation. Some level of teenage/college angst is normal, but this sounds a bit beyond that.
At least you recognize how wrong your behavior was now.
I think this is hilarious
Haha well its good that you seem to have transformed back into a nice normal person. Something tells me my freshman roommate still has no idea how absolutely awful she was to live with. Props to you for being able to admit your mistakes!
…. no one else thinks this is the jilted roommate engaging in some creative prose? Fascinating.
I should have been roommates with the evil roommate..I likewise was an evil roommate. The last week of classes I wanted her out of the room so bad that I damaged her $1,000 computer so that she could not study in our room..That was the worst of many horrible things I did to her including having sex with my boyfriend while she was in the room, smoking whenever she was gone and denying it, and making fun of her religious preferences incessantly to her face. We actually had to go to “roommate counseling”.
Damn, Sarah B. You deserve a Bitch Cake.
I would’ve thrown a toaster at you. I hope you’d at least apologized.
what a KEE-RAYZY punk rock bitch. WILD.
I apologized at the end of the year, once I started to come out the other side of the depression. And yes, I did actually have a bad psychological rupture that provoked this behavior–I had some rather terrible incidents happen right before I went to college, which, well, I just didn’t deal with for awhile. I later got counseling, which helped a lot–but the roommate still shouldn’t have had to deal with my damage, which was why I posted this.
The VWR, I’m glad that I read your story and hope that your life will be filled with good fortune. Good for you for being self aware