Roommate who always brings their situationship over.
ROOMMATE WHO ALWAYS BRINGS THEIR SITUATIONSHIP OVER.
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We’ve all been there, or knew someone who was. That sacred, often cramped, sanctuary of your dorm room transformed into a perpetual stage for someone else’s unresolved romantic drama. You’re trying to decipher Kant, finish a thesis in Sanskrit, or just catch a few precious hours of sleep before that 8 AM seminar, and there they are. Again. Their "more-than-a-friend-less-than-a-partner" hovering, occupying the only comfortable chair, whispering intensely, or worse, sharing a meal they brought for *two* – neither of whom is you.
It’s not just the noise, though late-night giggles and hushed arguments certainly don’t help focus. It’s the constant, unspoken presence, the emotional residue, the sheer awkwardness of navigating your own space around a third, often unpredictable, party. Your personal haven becomes a battleground of passive aggression. You learn to time bathroom runs, strategize library study sessions, and master the art of the subtle hint.
This is more than just a college inconvenience; it’s a masterclass in diplomacy and patience. A rite of passage, perhaps, for those who tackled intellectual titans by day and emotional landmines by night. The memories now might bring a wry smile, but back then, it was just another layer to the intense, exhilarating, and utterly bewildering experience of Ivy League life. What’s your most memorable "situationship" story from the dorms?