When you decide to live in a flat with someone, there’s always those few questions and warning signals that come up before you make the decision to sign that piece of paper at the estate agents and agree that for the next 12 months you will be sharing your home together.
In an ideal world, if my salary and circumstances agreed, I would be living in a one bedroom or studio and be able to keep the place clean, tidy, just the way I want it.
However, when you live in London, and when you, like me, would rather live somewhere close to the centre, pay a little extra so that it doesn’t take you more than an hour to get to places or to work in the mornings, you choose the option of living with other people.
For the last two years, I’ve lived with boys. Both seemingly tidy, intelligent, and doing well in their jobs. However, what I only tend to find out when I actually live with them is that they’re stoners. I used to think that I was ok with weed. The occassional puff before you go to sleep or at a party was the norm at university. But when people have to do it every night, every evening the moment they come back from work? It makes them forget about their day I guess, but what it also does, is it makes them forgetful about other things. Such as cleaning for example, leaving the lights on because they pass out before then, never taking the rubbish out, leaving the window open whilst the heating is on full blast, leaving dirty dishes piled up only for you to find there’s nothing clean left for you to use…the list is endless.
With my current flatmate, I’ve sat through the last 6 months, where he’s taken time off work, only to find him getting high every day in the living room and not doing what I’d asked him to do, ie. move some boxes from one surface to another. I’m not kidding you it took him 2 months of moving into the place to do this. His excuse: I was majorly depressed. Oh my bad! Does it help getting high every day? Does it help being depressed whilst at the same time frustrating and pissing off the person you’re living with?
Today, is another one of this episodes. He’s on a ‘better’ day. However, whilst we were supposed to be switching rooms today, his excuse was that he had too much work to do. Yet, for the last 3 hours, he’s been watching tv shows on his i-pad and cleaning the place, generally faffing about just so he doesn’t have to do work. You don’t realise how mad this is making me. In those 3 hours we could have moved rooms already but noooo…Excuses, excuses.
God. I can’t wait until the day that I can live on my own. Screw you flatmates!