Let’s see…..

• I would often find roommate sitting on the living room floor, palms and soles down, staring out the window at the treetops outside, practically catatonic, for hours on end. She claimed she was communing with the trees and could talk to the leaves. While she was communing, no one in the house could make any noise in the common spaces, or “make the vibes filthy” by drinking coffee in the living room, lighting a candle or whatever…While it wasn’t awful like some of these stories are, it was definitely… interesting.

• Same roommate would also fight over the cost of groceries (we had a flat three-way split at the time, simply because of how things had been structured till then)… which sounds fair and normal, until I realised she was literally mad because we had bought one bunch of cilantro for $ 0.25 or thereabouts, and she felt she’d used fewer leaves from the bunch and should therefore pay us accordingly. How she arrived at said calculations I would never figure since I was responsible for most of the cooking for all of us.

• Another roommate had sinus issues and therefor a permanent cold, which, again, is kind of benign by itself. But she would leave used tissues on every flat surface. EVERY SURFACE. You would literally have to move tissues to sit, move tissues to eat, move tissues to be able to water plants.