So this post might reveal just how strange I am, but I don't care because I really need to write about this.
This weekend I moved into a new house. I painted my bedroom bright green and everything in it just reeks of my personality. The rest of the house is froofy and smells like girly burning candles, but when you walk into my room it is totally different. It is my haven.
"A haven from what?" you may be asking yourself. Well, let me go on.
I am LDS (Mormon). I went to BYU which is a really conservative LDS private college. In the past 6 years I've lived with 30 people....All of which have also been of my faith. There are a few characteristic behaviors of a typical LDS person: we don't drink, smoke, or have sex out of marriage.
These three things combined mean that I have never experienced a few things.
I've never woken up in the morning and had to wait for my roommate's boyfriend to get out of my shower, making me late to work.
I've never had to deal with coming home and seeing my new roommate wearing nothing but a towel, standing outside her second storey window on the roof of my house having a smoke.
I've never seen people downing a fifth of whiskey at 2 in the afternoon in the bedroom next to mine.
These are all little gems of experiences that I've had in the past 2 days of living at my new place.
I know that Monica isn't LDS and that means that she will be doing things different from me. I fully understand that different isn't bad and I am totally fine with people living their lives the way that makes them happy. I really have no problem with that.
The problem I do have is with Erica. When she was showing me the house I assumed that, since she is also LDS, she shared the same standards that I do. I had my mind set for the way that things were going to be.
Well, after this one weekend I realize that my perception was pretty off and now I have to deal with it.
I'm not being judgmental. I don't care what she does. I DO care that things aren't as they seemed when we made this arrangement. I feel deceived and that is just a crappy way to start out a new living situation.