ROOMATE HORROR STORY WHAT ARE THE BOUNDARIES PT. 1 I have always been a pacifist, that is up until I got matched with a roommate, freshman year of college, who was disrespectful and unthoughtful. My pacifism stayed for the first couple of months, then enough was enough! Anger is a rare feeling for me. The only times I can recall being so angry that I wanted to scream was when I first went vegan and no one else cared enough about the environment or the animals… and no… this is not about veganism… I just wanted to make sure everyone knew that I was vegan before we continued…
I walked in on it.
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I walked in, trying to be quiet because it was still morning. I slowly twisted the doorknob. Quietly, I pushed the door open. Patiently, I tiptoed into my own room, making sure to not wake up my roommate. I guess I did not process what I was hearing until it was too late. When I first heard the squeak of the bed, I thought that maybe she had just woken up and was starting to wiggle her feet to the floor. Before I understood the sound, my eyes fell on to the bare rump of a particular German, whom I do not appreciate. I swear, it was not even a second of me standing there, still on my tippy toes, and in that single second he pumped out four hip thrusts.
