If there is anyone in the world who knows your true self it's your roommates (bless their hearts). Roommates are a funny thing. You agree to give up any and all ideas of privacy you once had to these people and you wish on shooting stars that they don’t judge you. The list of things you subject yourself to when becoming roommates with someone is never ending. Come this fall, I will share my bedroom with three pretty amazing girls and it has really made me think about all the things you truly agree to when agreeing to be roommates.
You agree to be a counselor. At the end of a long day, a failed test or a bad date, you come home to your roommates. You may cry, yell, throw a temper tantrum, require food, insist on cuddling, and I won’t limit it to just that. Your roommates will take you as you are and try their bests to bring you back to a less-manic state.
You agree to become an adult babysitter. The only difference between this and your summer job as a nanny is this time you’re not getting paid. Whether you’re feeling sick because literally everyone you come across on a college campus is a germ sack, or the night got the best of you, your roommates are the ones who get stuck taking care of you. This also applies to your crazy side; they will minimize all damages as best they can.
You agree to be a study buddy. While your study dates may just end up as deep chats and vent sessions, when it’s time to crack the books open your roommates are your go-to gals to burn the midnight oil.
You agree to be a superhero. This means you agree to make the 4 a.m. drive to (insert frat of choice) to pick up the wild ones of the bunch. You agree to make even the wildest of requests come true. You agree to do the impossible things we require in order to make us happy and you love every second of it.
You agree to be the chef. By chef I mean you are required to know the food orders of your roommates. Whether it's late-night snacks, early morning coffee or mid-day cravings, you’re the go-to when we need someone to eat with.
You agree to only judge a little bit. In college, the uniform is an over-sized T-shirt (usually worn a few too many times in-between washes) and a pair of your finest (opposite of finest) granny panties. Keep your judgments to yourself. But, when it comes time to put that dress on for formal and you’ve been starving yourself for days, speak up when your roomie looks like a sausage. It will sting, but if we are going to be uncomfortable we might as well get a good 'gram out of it.
This doesn’t even scratch the surface when it comes to everything our roommates do for us. If you are lucky enough to have roommates that are ready for any adventure you take them on, you are truly lucky.
