horror flatmate

ignorance is bliss

For the past couple of weeks, I've been in a state of restlessness. 

It's not depression or insomnia or anything along that line; just too much physical and brain activities.

Restless because of the messy and unpredictable bus timing in the morning.

Restless because of the lack of public transport home after 9 pm.

Restless because of a messy and unhygienic flatmate - especially in the kitchen.

Restless because the flatmate has her bf over for dinner and often mess up the kitchen.

Restless because I wonder if the bf secretly stays over for the night.

Restless because the flatmate doesn't know how to operate the washing machine, it leaks every time she uses it.

Restless because the flatmate uses the clothes dryer and it's not even raining.

All these practically keep me 'occupied' before and after I leave home, and then before and after I arrive home.

Missing the bus or travelling after 9 pm basically had me trolling up and down the hilly road almost 4 to 5 times a week - about 30 mins each time.

I've decided not to check the timetables in the morning, just let the buses and trains be. 

Don't chase after them. Wait without expectation.

With the housemate,

I got a little paranoid which results in me on a constant lookout for 'things' to pick on. 

Followed by the cleaning, wiping, washing, and tidying of the mess (if I found any).

To do this on a daily basis is physically taxing, not forgetting sometimes it happens after a 30 mins walk home.

Dead tired.

I eventually decided to not step into the kitchen unless I have to, not open the laundry door unless I have to, and not bother if there is noise from the other bedroom.

Last Friday night, she and her bf cooked dinner together.

These were what I found on Saturday morning:

food scrap

more food scrap

3 piles of rubbish

piled up sink

food for cockroaches?

oily stove

She left home shortly after my shocking discoveries.
I ended up doing all the cleaning, wiping, washing, and tidying for a good one hour, followed by dumping the rubbish.

This is what happens when living with a stranger.
It's almost always never gonna be perfect.
On the bright side, at least she pays rent on time and isn't home on most weekends.

Now kitchen-cleaning is on my weekend to-do-list though more than 90% of the mess is not created by me. Deal with the mess all at once on the weekend rather than being restless throughout the weekdays.

I'll just take it as a Patience training.

After the restless weeks, followed by the decision to ignore the bus and train timetables and take the kitchen cleanliness less seriously, I came across an article on the internet which says:

"The cause of our suffering is not because of other's actions, it's because we make a fuss out of their actions. We become tired (of them/things) because we're constantly on the lookout to pick on them."

As if he's writing about me. LOL!

It can also be applied to other human behaviours or things in general.
Everytime we have the need to complain about someone, we should recall this excerpt from the article and take a moment to reflect on the issue.
The outcome may be different.