<p>I just had a long overdue discussion with my roommates about something relatively innocuous that turned into one of the most frustrating experiences of my life. It ended with me sobbing.</p>
<p>This morning my two roommates were talking at an unnecessarily high volume, so I stepped out of my room and asked them if they would keep it down because I was still trying to sleep. It was already 9 a.m. at that point, but I hadn't been able to sleep during most of the night because the rain was particularly loud against my window and my fan couldn't drown it out completely.</p>
<p>One of my roommates responded, "Actually, it's already 9, so we're going to make some noise." They then proceeded to talk at exactly the same volume, even turning on music and clonking through the hallway by my bedroom door in boots. Their response made so little sense to me that I couldn't sleep after that. I spent the next few minutes just lying in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to understand how they could be so unkind after I'd shared a third of my dinner with each of them because they like my cooking.</p>
<p>I decided it was time for them to respect me as a roommate and a friend, and I told them we needed to talk tonight. I later changed my mind because I was still feeling emotional about other things and wanted to postpone the talk, but they pressured me into doing it anyway because they wanted to get it over with. I started by bringing up a recent incident where they filled up half a kitchen counter with their unwashed cups for nearly a week. I finally got fed up with it and put them all in the sink, and they got short with me for it, saying all the dishes would attract bugs. I responded that 1) That was impossible, because almost all of them were completely empty and just needed a quick rinse, and 2) That they should just wash them if they were so concerned.</p>
<p>They still asserted that I was wrong to put them in the sink because they wouldn't be able to use the garbage disposal. Again, I responded, "Then do your dishes." They tried to tell me that some of the dishes were mine, but I know for a fact that they weren't, because I wash my dishes immediately after using them to prevent them from backing up and becoming a huge amount of work. I suggested they do the same, and they said they were too busy, which seems absurd to me since it never takes more than about two minutes, even if I have several pans to wash from cooking. </p>
<p>Anyway, I finally said that it wasn't really about the dishes or cleanliness anyway. It was the fact that they refused to show me the same courtesy that I show them when I stay on top of my dishes and keep my stuff out of common areas. Since they kept repeating that they were too busy to do a good job of this, I asked one thing of them. To simply stop leaving cereal bowls still full of milk and cereal on the kitchen table. I explained that it was demoralizing, especially after I'd spent hours during my fall break cleaning the apartment while they were on a trip. They told me that if I cared about it so much, I should just clean it myself, which made me want to scream.</p>
<p>Finally, I asked them if, in the future, they could just turn down the volume a bit when I ask them to (they also both tend shriek/scream excitedly, and I ignore it in the day, but it's freaking annoying when I know our neighbors can hear them at night). They said that, instead, I should change my sleep pattern or wear ear plugs to bed. This floored me. I explained to them that I used ear plugs all the time with previous roommates, and I hated it because it caused bruising inside my ears at the time (I used the most comfortable brand I can afford, Hearos). They told me to get different ear plugs. I tried to explain that it made no sense for me to go to all these lengths to keep from being annoyed by them when they could just modify their behavior, but they told me I was trying to change them and they wouldn't do it.</p>
<p>It was at this point that I started crying, because they kept reinforcing each other until I felt like I was being ganged up on by a single person (they've been friends since childhood, and we all just met each other in May, so I'm the outsider). They tried to tell me that they had more experience living with roommates than I did and I should just come to expect this (not the case), and that if I have a problem I should just keep it to myself because they're not going to change anything. They actually convinced me for a moment that I was wrong, that I never should have brought these things up and that I'm a crazy, illogical stickler. </p>
<p>The last thing I tried was asking if there was anything I could do to make it easier to live with me, hoping I could maybe exemplify what I want from them, and they told me there was nothing. Get this: They told me that they have never once been annoyed with ANYTHING I do. Are they insane? Am I insane? Are they just trying to make me feel awful for asking them to do two things? Another thing they said is that they wouldn't give in to these two requests because I'd just have more later. Uh, what? I give in to their little requests all the time because it doesn't seem worth arguing about and it's important to them.</p>
<p>So I need someone impartial to tell me what I'm doing wrong here, because all I can see is two impossible, self-centered, condescending people when I look at my roommates. How is their position justifiable? I actually feel as if I might be insane, because to them their views seem completely rational and I'm the overly emotional nutcase who places undue importance on stupid things.</p>