For the past two years I've lived on my own. Before that, I lived with family. But now I live with a roommate. Currently I'm experiencing week one in this adventurous happenstance that I've been thrust into due to the self preserving nature of less than amiable human beings.
Thus far, I would say this whole ordeal has been different from what I expected. Here is my dilemma: When I went into this new house I had the most fantastic delusion that I was entering a whimsical TV sitcom. I'd come home and find my roomie's ferret stuck in the pool table while after a series of desperate shenanigans we would save said ferret and laugh about it over ice cream. I was under the impression that roommates have a magical relationship and that's why there are so many fantastic sitcoms based on those types of living situations!
I may have made and error in my expectations.
Having a roommate is much different. It's sort of awkward. You have two people living in the same space while coexisting in completely separate realities. True, at times these alternate dimensions cross, but they tend to be strange and rare phenomenons met with brief greetings and subtle laughs.
I wonder if marriage is like that, two separate realities. Perhaps marriage is exactly the same, only in that situation people have to force the dimensions together. The wife and husband have to spend time together and since they are forcing spacial physics they rip holes in their small universe causing it to implode 50% of the time!!!
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