living alone
Before I got my own apartment, I lived with a boy for a year and a half. We had our problems and differences, as all roommates do, but it was the best roommate matchup I have ever had. That is, until now.
Now that I live alone, I am the best roommate I have ever had. I never get mad at myself if the dishes are dirty. I never have to check with myself if what I am watching on TV is okay. I do not get mad at myself if I forget to vacuum the carpet. I can stay up as late as I want without disturbing myself. I never have to wait on myself to get in the shower. No one else eats my food. If I leave things on the floor, I am not bothered.
This is why when people arrive, unsolicited, to my aparment and mock its state of disarray, I am apathetic to their banter. As long as my roommate is okay with things, so am I.
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