Oops. Hello again. I may have forgotten to write a blog for a couple of weeks…or a month…okay more like three months. I’d like to pretend that I am someone who can multitask, but lets cut to the chase. Exams are an inconvenient, yet necessary distraction away from far more entertaining past times (i.e. this blog and sleeping). Something had to give. Anyway, back now. This is just a short blog, one to kick things back off again.

Everyone imagines sharing a house at uni is the formula for week after week of wild house parties and sitting up with housemates until 5:00 AM discussing complete nonsense. Whilst this still happens to an extent, sharing a house actually consists of lazy students, a grubby home and conversations along the line of “What bin day is it tomorrow?”. But more importantly a student house is a hive of lies, deceit and petty theft. I’m referring to housemates using/stealing/keeping your things, mainly from the kitchen.

As humans we don’t have a problem with this because we dislike our fellow housemates, its just we are very protective over our stuff – even a teaspoon. Also because we are British and love to avoid any sort of confrontation, no one says anything about it at first, slowly letting it build up.  A teaspoon here, a mug there. If scientists and clever people marked on a graph where tensions boiled over, it would be when someone uses your milk. As a group of people, students are very protective over what is effectively cow juice.

Full blown arguments have been known to break out over the unauthorised use of milk. Some students try to solve the problem by sharing one big carton of milk. But this just causes more issues as some buy the milk more than others. I’ve talked about milk too much. Let’s move on.

After this there is inevitably a passive aggressive message sent to the group chat in which the aggrieved person ‘kindly’ asks for their plate to be returned and very unsubtly mentions the milk situation. No one actually answers the message, but sure enough the plate magically returns and nothing more is said. In the real world (i.e. not students), people would consider this a very dysfunctional environment to live in.

My point is, why must we live in this world of strange tensions over people borrowing our stuff? We have a agreed to share a house, I think within that agreement there is a shared knowledge that we can use each others stuff (as long as you wash it up, I hate when people don’t wash up my stuff). Peace, love, rubber gloves etc…