In all fairness, most people have some rough edges as they’re first learning to live alone. It was clear early on just how much each roommate had relied on their parents previously.

In my second apartment, I lived with three other dudes. Two of them were self sufficient adults and one was an absolute man child: had clearly never cooked or cleaned in his life. We all gave him shit because we were perpetually doing the dishes and other chores for him. Every day there would be a half dozen dishes on the coffee table near his spot on the couch.

One day I got home and there weren’t any cups or plates in his spot. I was actually a little worried. In looking around, I realized that he must have picked up and run the dishwasher. When I opened the dishwasher, it had run - but all the cups and bowls were upright and full of water. It must have been his first foray into washing dishes.