So I got in a little tussle with my roommate and her friend last night. Or, this morning, rather. I don’t normally post things on any social media concerning people I live with because if they were to find those posts, it could be awkward, but in this case, I think it’s fine.
The story goes like this: When I first moved into my house, I slept fine. Yes, Atlanta is loud and people love drag racing at 3am, but my earplugs covered that for the most part. However, the longer I stayed in the house, the more often my roommate would bring her friend over at late hours, predominantly after work.
My roommate works the late shift, so she doesn’t get off of work until 10pm-2am, it depends on the night. I would think that after working a shift like that the only thing you want is your bed, but this is not the case for her. More nights than not, her friend comes over at this time too and they talk, sometimes watch movies, and eat/smoke together.
Over the course of the past 2 months, I have physically come out of my room about 5 times to tell them to please turn it down or crack a window. A few nights ago, at 2:30am, she and her friend were being loud in the living room. “Loud” at 2:30am is not “loud” at 3 in the afternoon, I recognize that, but my room is right next to basically everything in the house, so everything sounds “loud” at 2:30am. Also, that same night, as her friend made her entrance to our house, she slammed the door. That’s just inconsiderate and not being mindful of the other people [who have day jobs] sleeping in the house.
So, I didn’t say anything that night, but I did say something last night. They weren’t being that loud, but loud enough that I could hear them through my earplugs, so I had to say something. It was also almost 1am, so past the time people should be “hanging out” in my opinion.
I came outside and requested they be more quiet and more mindful of the other people sleeping in the house. Her friend, who doesn’t pay rent here, gets a little defensive and says, “What, so you want us to whisper?”
Internally, I got a little mad because she doesn’t pay rent or live in this house, so it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t want her to do. I told her, “No, you don’t have to whisper, but you do have to be more mindful and considerate of the other people in this house. For example, when you came over last Thursday at 2:30am, you slammed the front door.” She didn’t have anything to say to that and so I said goodnight to them both and went back to sleep.
There is definitely some tension in my house now, but I don’t think they understand what insomnia is or what not being able to ever sleep through the night feels like. The placement of my bedroom is also dumb because my walls are the opposite sides of the living room, kitchen, hallway, and bathroom. I. Hear. Everything.