Hey, Gals!

How are you doing? I hope you’re having a lovely day. 🌿 If you didn’t know, I posted on the ‘Gram a photo of me saying Girl Talk in progress. Goodness knows, you know how much I love smiling and telling good stories! Grab a cup of cappuccino and prepare for a storytime full of awkwardness! 🤦‍♀️😄

The first year of uni was quite challenging. One minute, I was a fresh-faced fresher ready to take on the world, and the next, there was that never-ending list of assignments. I was doing English at uni, and believe me or not, the first few months were lifechanging. I was in a new environment with people I have never met, and most importantly, I had a new roommate. First of all, I didn't expect a BFF on day one. The goal was to live pleasantly with a stranger and enjoy her company when I can. Surprisingly, this wasn't the case. We were as different as chalk and cheese and had to deal with one of these all-too-common roommate disputes. I was Monica Geller with OCD on cleaning, and she was...Janice Hosenstein.

 OH - MY - GOD!

First and foremost, I know that everyone has different cleaning habits, and it's crucial to find a compromise when you are living with someone. However, after a few weeks, it felt like in the Stepford Wives. I was cleaning everything, and spending more and more time caring about our kingdom, while she was constantly using my stuff without permission. I was telling myself that it was just a series of misunderstandings. She was a fresher and I didn't want to judge her, she might be dealing with problems at home, uni, or with her family. We had a couple of conversations, trying to settle new rules, and cleaning schedules but it didn't help, it was a vicious cycle. And then... 

Once upon a time, there was a lovely small bedroom for two charming human beings. There were grey chairs, organized tables, photos of beloved ones, and two beds 1 m apart. Dorms were in the middle of the autumnish party, playing '90s songs & singing 50 Cent - In Da Club but I was too tired of partying, so I went to bed. My roommate was playing World of Warcraft, and as soon as the lights were dimmed, I fell asleep. Two hours later, I woke up. There was that odd sound...The noise was similar to the sound of someone licking something, and I started smiling. When I looked over to the left and saw my roommate holding a pillow over her face, moaning, and groaning while smoking an electric cigarette. Holy Moley, WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? 🤣 We weren't friends or enemies, and we have never ever discussed anything involving intimacy. I wasn't sure what to do. I was in the middle of the night, paralyzed, and she was playing with herself. 😦 🤣  It was horrible as well as extremely funny a laugh-out-loud moment. I coughed, turned on my bed, said "heh" I even played loud noises on my phone, so maybe she'd get the idea that she shouldn't be doing that, but she continued, and it got worse.
I was smiling. I looked at her, she looked at me, and that was the moment when I opened the window, took my red coat, and went for a night walk in my pink pajama. I was wondering what should I do. I was thinking about Samantha Jones and Dr. Jean F. Milburn. Have you ever seen Sex Education? I love Otis's mother for her confidence & attitude towards intimacy. I was trying to find a better solution than yelling and ruining someone's future intimate life. I didn't want to be a victim, but I was sure I want to solve the situation. The next morning was like every other Wednesday. She was watching Netflix and having cereals with milk, while I was doing my homework, and preparing for my seminar. I was struggling whether I should tell her or not but my mouth was faster:
👱‍♀️ "Hey, do you have a minute? We need to talk. For the past few weeks, I have been patient and tolerant. We spoke about cleaning etc. but other boundaries have been crossed.  You are probably aware that I heard you last night, and I am not ok with that. /blushing/ I hope this situation won't happen again."
👩  "It doesn't turn you on? Then you should move out /sarcastic smile/."

To be honest, I was amazed by her ignorance. No matter what situation I am in, I respect everyone. On the other hand, she didn't. At that moment, I found out that you shouldn't let other people taking advantage of you, your kindness, and your open heart. This night has opened my eyes, and I'm grateful for it. As you might expect, I moved out and ended the roommate toxic relationship. I enjoyed my best semester with my BFF and disappeared for a bit to get my life together. I called it self-care. 

If you do get hurt like me, cut your losses and move on. Learn from the experience and apply the lessons. Life is too short to live in fear or to bear grudges. The sooner you let go, the faster you can meet awesome people who will thrive in your goodness just as you will in theirs.

What do you think about that? Do you have the same experience? 🍑👀😆

Have a lovely summer day.