You’ve never met your roommate… but live together.
YOU’VE NEVER MET YOUR ROOMMATE… BUT LIVE TOGETHER.
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Remember that nervous anticipation before freshman year, wondering who your random roommate would be? For some, it was an instant connection. For others, a polite coexistence. But what about the truly bizarre situation: living with someone you barely saw, let alone spoke to?
Imagine moving into your cramped space, textbooks piled high, anxieties about your first seminar swirling. You knew your roommate's name from the housing portal. Maybe you exchanged one anemic email. Then, silence. Their side of the room slowly filled – a vintage guitar, a meticulously organized desk, perhaps a collection of obscure philosophical texts. Yet, you never seemed to cross paths. You’d wake up, their bed neatly made, already gone. You’d return late from a grueling study session, and they’d be out, or asleep, or just a quiet, unseen presence behind a closed door.
Did their ghost-like presence leave you wondering about their life, their major, their very existence? Did you communicate solely through passive-aggressive Post-it notes about shared space, or perhaps through the faint sound of their late-night typing, a silent symphony of two lives running parallel but never quite intersecting? We’ve all navigated roommate dynamics, but this one is truly unique.
Tell us: what was it like to share a room, a wall, your formative college years, with someone who remained an enigma? Share your most perplexing, hilarious, or strangely poignant stories of living with the roommate you never truly met.