first year roommate experience(traumatic)
so an advice for every new fresher out there: I’m from a PRESTIGIOUS COLLEGE, and when I got into this college, I came across a WhatsApp GC in which we all were from the same batch. I wanted to find my roommate before coming to college so I could avoid getting a random stupid kid as my roommate, and I came across a guy who was really nice and charismatic, and at that moment I knew he was the guy I wanted as my roommate. So it was finalized, and when I first met this guy, it was really good. I felt like I got the best roommate ever. The only problem was he was not cleaning the room. I thought maybe he would clean it after a week or maybe after exams or some other occasion, but it never happened. My room is still dirty af. I could see mouldy roti on his table (idk from where he got those roti), and dirty underwear on the floor. I asked him to clean all this mess, but he kept postponing it. Moreover, he used to come into my room late at night, nearly at 4 or 5 am, and during that time I was usually sleeping, and whenever he came in, that would result in some disturbance, disturbing my sleep. When I dug deep into why he used to come late, I came across the fact that he had a girlfriend and they used to do PDA. To be frank, it was nearly public sex every day (how I’m sure they used to have sex, I will tell u later).
Now all that dirty room resulted in my friends refusing to come into my room. Btw, my roommate was also friends with my friends, but they sidelined him as he was such a creep. Bro used to put stories like “I love armpit,” “I will put period blood on your armpit and lick it,” and a lot more, one intimate video with a Lay packet btw, and the creepiest thing a guy could do: that guy called a girl nearly 50 times just to talk with her, and she was not even his gf. But the main disturbing, mind-fucking part came in when I was sleeping and woke up at 10 am, and I saw him on his bed masturbating while making noises. I tried to act like I was trying to wake up and thought maybe he would stop, but bro did not stop until he finished. He masturbated in his underwear, then removed it, threw it on the ground, and went to sleep. That shit traumatized me. How many underwears lying around are crusty and covered in his dry cum? All this made me full of stress. No clean room meant I had to study somewhere else. I took refuge in my friend’s room, stayed there for a month, and when I came back, the room was the same as before, with more underwears. This resulted in me having a panic attack. All this stuff happened in 5 months btw.
Now how do I know that this guy does public sex? Because I had heard rumors. I thought maybe they were not true, but when I was trying to clean the room, I saw that in his bag, which was open, there were packets of condoms in it, and that concludes my story. Now I’m applying to change my roommate, and now a piece of advice: don’t go for the online charisma of a person. People are different from what they are in real life and on the internet. CHOOSE YOUR FUCKING ROOMMATE WISELY.