Being a 19 year old living in a house with 30-ish year olds
is great for the most part. They are not loud. They don’t want to go in my room and borrow something. They pretty much keep to themselves, and so do I.
But god forbid they can’t find something in the kitchen. Pair of tongs is missing. I get blamed. And not “blamed” in the straight forward kind of way. “Blamed” as in the person asks if I’ve seen the tongs, if I have any idea where they might be, they obviously think it’s my fault they’re gone but they won’t just say it.
No I did not take your tongs. I don’t grill. What the hell am I going to do with a pair of tongs. MAYBE we can consider for one second that you are in fact human, and you lost the tongs on your own because you are not perfect and shit happens.
And yesterday with the forks. No i have no idea where all the fucking forks are, I brought my own bowls and cups and silverware so I would not have to deal with this problem, and I DON’T USE FORKS. EVER. I really don’t. Which is funny though, because I always end up washing a shit ton of forks and other dishes that somebody keeps leaving in the sink all the time. That part really doesn’t piss me off very much, because I don’t mind doing dishes… The person may have been in a rush, and I have time, so whatever.
But I really don’t deserve to be blamed for everything!! If I don’t wash person A’s dishes for them, then person B will assume that I left them in the sink, just because I am “the teenager”. I hate it.
