It’s a Little One-Sided

It has been pretty great living with a roommate who doesn’t make me feel completely worthless. Jules and I have been spending a lot of time together after our work day is over, both at home and while going out.

Some of my good friends like to entertain at their apartment, so almost every weekend we trek over to their place and enjoy whatever silly theme they’ve come up with that time. So far this summer, we’ve been through a cocktail party and a “bro” party which involved a lot of Dave Matthews posters, N64, and a mad search for polo shirts for popped collars.

Then there are the more normal nights where we get ready to go out while dancing to Britney or Justin in our room. I’ve always wanted to have a sister to share clothes and go out with. Freshman year, the Sara(h)s and I used to do that. At least, we swapped shoes sometimes and Sara even gave me a pair of hers that she knew I coveted. And Sarah always had me do her makeup before going out.

Now, it’s just them coming to me when they need something from me (including waking me up to ask to borrow a skirt, despite knowing about my sleeping problems). But if I’m going on a date and my coat has a fat hole in it, I get a pretty resentful groan and a reluctant “Ergh… fine… I guess you can wear my coat”, which I don’t understand because I was taught always to take extra care of other people’s belongings–something the Sara(h)s never learned because my shoes will come back with scuff marks and holes. One time, Sara even admitted to me that she couldn’t stand when Sarah borrows her shoes because they are always ruined afterward.

I suppose I just can’t blame them for never having to take care of their things; afterall, they can just go buy $200 jeans when they want to whereas I have owned the same coat for six years (thus the huge hole in the pocket). Just like you can’t blame Paris Hilton for being spoiled.