Sunday, September 25, 2022

Housemates are almost always not good mates

Martin Luther King Jnr had it right when he said, “Why can’t we all just get along?”

My whole life I thought I had met difficult people until I discovered that the most impossible people to get along with are your housemates. When you are young, you sometimes think that your parents have made it their mission to make your life a living hell, that is until you are out there on your own, then you get to miss your parents’s protection.

When in varsity, I used to hear horror stories of the worst housemates from my friends who had already finished school. I just discarded them because I thought my friends were unfortunate enough to meet the wrong people.

Halfway through varsity, I decided that I simply couldn’t wait to grow up so I decided to move off-camp and because decent lodging’s were expensive, I had to share with a friend.
Worst mistake of my life!

We thought we knew each other until we had to live with each other. Let’s just say that by the time I moved back to school, we were not on talking terms and our friendship had ruined.
As if that was not bad enough, after I finished school I had to live with people I didn’t know, at first we were all nice and civil to each other but after only a week of them staying there, all hell broke loose.

It turns out we all liked and valued different things and that our values clashed more often than not.

The situation got worse to a point where although we lived in the same house, there was lots of backstabbing and something went wrong all the time.

Imagine a situation where people can’t even bear to be around one another, not in the kitchen, the sitting room or the backyard, even visitors can pick up the tension.

Personally, I believe that this is some sort of life lesson that is part of the transition we make on our way to discovering our place in society.

Even through the darkest days where I believe that my housemates might end up putting rat poison in my food, I console myself by thinking that this is a necessary process in life.

The basis of my consolation would be that by the time I finally move into my own house, I would be able to enjoy my new found freedom and appreciate it more than I would have, had I not known the pains of living with people so unlike me.

Which brings to mind the notion of balance, which somehow seems to always rule over situations no matter how peculiar.

People say that in life one cannot endure ultimate joy unless they had felt pain. They say one wouldn’t know love if it wasn’t for the pain they had been through before.

In a way, it makes perfect sense except that it really doesn’t make it easier to bear with the situation at that time.

I have never understood why people decide to keep things to themselves, only to blow up unexpectedly at someone for no good reason.

It has been said a million times, communication is key.
People should learn to talk otherwise they will continue to build up little hateful monsters within themselves .We have been given a gift with which we can voice our opinions and communicate with one another, why are we behaving like animals? Come to think of it animals behave better.
However, I don’t want to sound as if I have never lived with good people, I have. People that have made me feel like family. People, who would come to you to discuss things, not whisper behind your back.



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