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I'm as perfect as a roomate can get considering i'm home maybe 10 hours a day, (I'm not even home right now) most of that spent sleeping, in the shower, or making my dinner, to which I use and wash my own dishes or disposable dishes. I don't even enter the living room or anything, my entire existence there is "front door" "stair way" "bedroom" with a rare smattering (and this is only recent because I'm attempting to get more out of my rent by utilizing what my apartment actually has to offer me in terms of helping with my eating habits) "kitchen"
I also have my own garbage can up in my room, supply my own TP and garbage bags. I don't smoke, or drink. I'm not loud (though I certainly have the equipment that would enable the entire complex to call the cops on me)
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We had this roommate our sophmore year of college that just never was home. When he was home, he just went straight from the front door to the bedroom. We hated him, because he never fucking talked to us. We didn't even know who he was, really. Whenever we tried to talk to him, he looked pissed about something or that we were taking him away from whatever he was doing. I still don't really know what that guy did or liked. He did tell us that he liked to be called "Re" -- like "Reeeeee." His name was Reondran or something. Eventually, he wasn't there enough that we turned his room into the party room and had all of our parties in there. That way, when we went to "retire" to our rooms, there wouldn't be anyone in there still partying.
Maybe they never got a chance to know you. Hard to respect someone you don't know.