I, Roommate

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Some would say that I am an idiosyncratic kind of guy.  I say that I am just a guy that knows how he likes things to be and lives in that exact way, expecting the world to come to me instead.  It is for that reason that I have lived by myself for the last four years of my life.  It has meant that I can get up when I want to, watch what I want to when I want to, cook anything I want no matter how it smells, and pretty much live exactly as I want to without being concerned with bothering a roommate with my habits.  It does make for a relaxing way to come home and have some self time to rest before heading back out into the world at large. 

However, as I get my finances in order and think about graduate school next year, I realize that the time has come again to take a roommate.  Like other, I have spanned the spectrum of roommates.  I have had really good roommates that dealt with stress by cooking progressively more complicated dishes depending on the issue (side note: I put on ten pounds during that time, I didn’t complain), I have had roommates determined to cause issues through stealing other roommate boyfriends, I have had roommate who decided to immerse themselves in the spanish language to impress a girl (second side note: I saw a lot of  Telemundo that year, and I didn’t understand anything that was said and yet could follow the plot intensely), and through all these roommates I realized a new thing that I would need for my roommate experience, which is simply no roommate at all.

So I am going to try to find a small place that is just cheaper instead.  It won’t be my fabulous apartment like I have now, but at least I will like it.  I know that one day I will have a roommate, but I think that is only going to be happening once there is ring talk, an aisle walk, and my all white tuxedo.  Then and only then will I most likely have a roommate again.  Lord help me, I hope I don’t kill him. 

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