The tragic tales of Roommates
Roommates, of course, are the only thing you should be worried about in boarding life. Because even I fought the devastating boys' toilet, killed the sorrows of missing my family, and dealt with morning monsters by determinations, roommates are the only thing that I do not have a universal solution.
As a general solution does not exist, it would be hard to get into good relationships, for example, (I will not mention names here) is assigned as my roommate. He made his introduction of his nationality and made his interests and stuff everything, then I introduced mines as well. Everything so far goes super chill and normal. That is until the moment where I was unprepared for a preeminent issue - his sleeping time.
Sleeping time often requires a lot of discussions, for those of you who are chill with a dude who almost sleeps at 2 A.M. every morning and plays some random idle games, you are fine. However, I have a monster to fight every morning. So a decent amount of sleeping is mandatory.
Therefore, I started my discussion. You have no idea how nervous it is: that is my word choice appropriate, and I even wrote a script about making a compromise! This is because I understand changing someone else’s habit is dreadfully tricky, and I will have to be the one stand up in front of his face and tell him.
I hope I could tell him when we meet again. He returned after 9, now is my chance I stood up but sat back down. I couldn't do it... What a loser I am... knowing that talking to him is so crucial yet so hard to do. My fears are the hands that crawl over my body to push my sitting down and shut my voice.
Awkwardly, he was just there standing and confused by my action as if I was a weird boy. I smiled back and explained that I was just working out... with a burst of stupid laughter to myself: I pathetically dropped my imaginary tears. JUST ANOTHER DARK NIGHT hides ANOTHER COWARD.
And another night I go... listen to his laughter from him playing the game and constant changing lightings from his phone all the way to 2 A.M. The next morning, he woke up and left the room, without saying goodbye or anything and left. Like we have never talked after the first day. The cold, grey sky bullies me another day...