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walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-12 12:47 pm
walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-12 12:47 pm
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And the verdict is in from my karmic tabulators. Apparently, yes, it was too much to ask.
My roommate and her boyfriend come into the room, turn on the light, crinkle plastic bags, possibly eat shrink-wrapped snacks, and then lie down on her bed and talk for the next two hours. I've never met people who could carry on a conversation for such a long period of time at such a low volume; yeah they whispered, but our beds are five fucking feet away. So every time I started dozing off, I'd hear that psspsspsss again. And they didn't turn off the light. The light was something I'd actually confronted her about last week. As in, could she please not turn on her light unless it was necessary, and then not turn on both her lights (one in the closet, one over her desk) unless that was absolutely necessary, too. At first she tried to tell me that she needed the light in her closet to be able to read at her desk. I suggested she might look into reading glasses if she has trouble reading something on her desk or computer that is illuminated by a 40 watt bulb directly above it.
And I understand that I'm going to have to confront her about it, however much I shrink from confrontation; but part of the problem is I'm just so incredulous that it's happening. I would never bring someone into the room when someone in there was sleeping. It's only, you know, common courtesy. She's seriously lacking there. If I found out that something I was doing was waking her up, I'd be horrified. She doesn't seem to care. When I come in and she's sleeping, I make every effort to muffle my movements; my goal is to be silent. And she doesn't bang things around or blare music, but she doesn't seem to put out any special effort. I'm going to be rather glad to part ways with her at the end of the semester.
My roommate and her boyfriend come into the room, turn on the light, crinkle plastic bags, possibly eat shrink-wrapped snacks, and then lie down on her bed and talk for the next two hours. I've never met people who could carry on a conversation for such a long period of time at such a low volume; yeah they whispered, but our beds are five fucking feet away. So every time I started dozing off, I'd hear that psspsspsss again. And they didn't turn off the light. The light was something I'd actually confronted her about last week. As in, could she please not turn on her light unless it was necessary, and then not turn on both her lights (one in the closet, one over her desk) unless that was absolutely necessary, too. At first she tried to tell me that she needed the light in her closet to be able to read at her desk. I suggested she might look into reading glasses if she has trouble reading something on her desk or computer that is illuminated by a 40 watt bulb directly above it.
And I understand that I'm going to have to confront her about it, however much I shrink from confrontation; but part of the problem is I'm just so incredulous that it's happening. I would never bring someone into the room when someone in there was sleeping. It's only, you know, common courtesy. She's seriously lacking there. If I found out that something I was doing was waking her up, I'd be horrified. She doesn't seem to care. When I come in and she's sleeping, I make every effort to muffle my movements; my goal is to be silent. And she doesn't bang things around or blare music, but she doesn't seem to put out any special effort. I'm going to be rather glad to part ways with her at the end of the semester.