My brother is living with my mother again and my mother tells me that he’s not easy to live with…HA!…Tell me something I don’t know. I’m not saying that my brother is hard to live with, I’m saying…Who isn’t hard to live with? Living with others is hard.
Seriously, if I weren’t me, I wouldn’t want to live with me. Too many rules! Too demanding.
I love the people I live with, but that doesn’t mean that they are easy to live with. Oh no! My kids, delightful as they are, can really get on my nerves. My husband, fantabulous as he is, has not mastered the art of reading my mind. Still, my current housemates (children and husband) are way easier to live with than past roommates.
There was the one that insisted on using my towel to dry himself off and then when I’d reach for it after my shower and it was wet, I’d want to wretch and I’d have to shake myself dry like a dog.
There was the one who thought buying a hat was more urgent than paying rent on time.
There was the one who would never get off the phone. Never. This was before everyone and their grandma had a cellphone and if I wanted to make a call, I’d have to walk to the corner and use the payphone.
There have been many who never saw fit to buy toilet paper. Apparently their a$$es were self-cleaning. NOT!
Don’t gets me started on the roommates that leave the kitchen sponge soaking wet in the sink and it gets that horrid rotten sponge smell that sticks to my hands for half an eternity when I unwittingly grab it. Pull it out of the sink and wring it out!
If you don’t want to deal with others, you could always live alone. If living alone isn’t an option, I believe the answer to living with others and putting up with their horrid habits is to remember that they are putting up with your horrid habits. If you think you don’t have any horrid habits, you are sadly mistaken.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie
(don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
Everyone should have a few bad habits.
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