The complex Riddle


What is so perplexing about seeing a lot of people who are in a natural state of emotional development? Is it because of their vision of something that bothers them coming to a decision of what is wrong about the thing that triggers the emotion and anxiety into them?

The backlash of the probable answer would go with the definition of a true gender as source of speculation that could provoke public bets in this modern century. Generally it is believed that the child was born female, but had started to dress and act as a man since childhood, and decides to change back from with a huge amount of hesitation. when the secret is revealed decades later onto the face of a friend. This news could provide sensation for this bizzare secret stirring the new whereabouts to debates and unseemingly spoof. As matured to this stage of the years that elapsed, has ended the turbulant troubled careers from a starter to a well experienced level facing both notoriety and acclaim plus some unncessary judgemental things.

Invariably some of those scallywags in the worshiping place would tease with the open ended questions to the name calling of a little princess despite the struggles of loafers mimic from the unsteady silence to the ensuing of discussion kicking it all off finally to the inevitable outburst of anger pushing into battle leaving scars and wounds behind to which the big brother took position and beat them like a straying animal bunch yet no complaint made from the little one. Used to be quiet and desrted in a seperate single seated bench in school for which getting called a hindu by the teacher in terms of expressing the style of soltitude and in one moment seen as a victim who must have been desperate subjugating itself to such a horrible and degrading image of not wanting to mingle to seeing the beggining of a victory of self actualization. The emotional flip in the room is so tangable to be felt. The details of silence is hidden in many layers of contridictions with the possiblity of general outline estsblishment, but it all required a provocative support.

As switched to the real point, seeing something interesting, especially a humorous chubby girl putting her chair right next to you and begins drawing pictures of particular students and writing a hillarious short tale about them, it is time that the ice is broken and familiarity gets started with one fun member of the team. The art is so fascinating that stirs excitment in you from the dumb muffling sounds into an outburst of laughters attracting attention of other students in the class resulting in more acquaintances among them. It allowed the chance of seeing something in yourself treating those moments as moments of self discovery. You have no idea what is going on in the image consisted of different personalities examining which could be always learning the most important things in life.

Had people strongly attracted to the charm of blonde green eyed lad, So handsome that drove a teacher and few students to distraction, but in contrast wasn’t distracted by them in return. A very little effimenacy was offset in the manners was changed quickly with one of the teachers mentioning it in private.  Teacher would call in corners and grab hand and ask to look into the eyes and express the effecionate emotions but at the same time shocked to see the counterpart looking down blushing in embarrasment too shy to look up which posed the question of who is the Romeo and who is the juliet in the occuring moment of the matter. The great advantage that could give was test questions hint by the teacher from which other students expressed their jealousy and anger in a non violent protest.

There are several incidents to be quoted of the historical events occurance where the circumstance was almost on the verge of exposure but it all went on hold from the decency and simplicity manners. They stir something up in you and you in return have to feel some empathy with the effort of cautiousness for their journey. You may not go where they wanted or intended and infact it is sometimes better you go where you need to instead. But, still rather than forcing an issue or giving off hints, let them explore consciously and break the puzzle of the very unknown individual with some respect in the process.

Used to be a lecturer in a very big Military School with a different infrastructure the size of a town. The first day was pretty interesting with invariably most of the people staring at you in wonder. Big glasses, blonde hair, red blouse + dark purple coat and cowboy jeans added more texture to the look, just to note that it wasn’t intentional or for attention, but just a style of clothing worn on a weekly basis. Being stopped in the middle of the way by some U.S sergeants offering help in many ways just to do a little bit of conversation to the stalking of a female soldier who thought she finally found her perfect lesbian match after years turned into a profound fascinating speculation that became a matter of extraordinary scandal in the entire university as the story got swapped from seats to another and classrooms to another. The gossip turned in a big drama with people giggling and mumbling about it to each other as seen in the walks from School building to the Defaque that made it kind of hard to dine in such a huge crowded place with some talking their way into the story and laugh about it as they nibbled on their pieces. Winter had covered all those places in white snow, from the pavement to the mountain peak. To be off the topic was to stay inside school and prepare your own fruit salad and cereal. It was healthier than the food in the messhall and besides that there was a chance to practice some cover songs.

What stabilized the mood was the support from the leading groups and appreciation of colleagues and the love/admiral of students titling you as the best instructor in the entire school. visitors from the headquarters would confuse you with the native speakers and leave off with some great comments on the outstanding class presentations. Music was the heartwarming and promising tool uniting people who showed much interest in you yet one becoming a coArtist with few others giving critics and aporoval for the soundtracks produced. Some would express feelings in private and some would go crazy in front desk with a fewer number mistaken your identity with comolete bizzare standards. But the dececncy and cautious behavior was a savior and that didn’t damage the teacher-student relations to this day. Whatever the aspect speculation on this private fascinating bizzare yet interesting life continues, until now there has been no any experience of sexual encounter with anyone and that all suggest that there could be a possibility of will have been dead virgin by the end of life expectancy years.


Work evolution

Today is Monday, September 28th of the fall season and it is our last day at school which we are all so thrilled about, smiling happily for the day that had finally arrived, FYKI, we are graduating.

There are big crowds of students chitchatting. You see the happy faces and hear the sounds of laughter from across the long hall and downstairs as well that together it was all a blast. Truth to be told, i haven’t been so happy in my life, it is truly a moment of celeberation and joy. It was very heartwarming to see those decorations, presents, foods and drinks students had brought in their classes. The loving part is you get to talk to everyone even to your bullies and haters whom you have such terrible memories from but in this blissful day, they hug you and squeeze you complimenting you and yelling i love you out of excitement and you would wonder if they’re really those people you had a bad time with back in the days.

Our class is organized with colorful stickers, flowers and a beautiful good bye note on the blackboard. We are almost 50 people in the class, some left earlier because of working opportunities and others were dropped out and the rest were up in the hurdle pulling our strings to roll in through the challenges to this very day. The class is categorized in different groups, the top 10 contenders where i’m on the second sloth, the gangs, the comedians, the artists and the who gives a rats rectum. We were in a competition and always envied and disliked each other, i’m talking about top 10. Our teacher would say;  guys here is your temporary home and you all are families, your battle ground is college entrance which really was breathtaking and a hard hit for people to get in there. We have brought our cameras to take pictures and it was kind of a work to put us all in one frame, the population was big in number but the space to shoot pictures wasn’t. We are ready to welcome teachers in our class, had one teacher for every single subject so it generally took about 19 teachers to visit our room for each of whom we had bought presents from the money we all had chipped in. The gangs turned out to be very active and responsible doing all the stuff from decoration to food to organization and distribution of food and drinks,  i love them. I actually had no brawl with them through the entire studying cycle. It was two of the clowns i disliked, they would sprinkle water on my neck from behind, yet one of them hit me with his shoe that i picked and threw 2 blocks away on another buildint roof where another class categories used to study. There was a water war everyday after the end of class with each of them throwing water on students and i was the only one who never drank from that giant bottle for safety curisoities that i had from the way of filling and taking water. Some would use the plastic tap and the other would remove the cover and shove the glass inside dripping the remaining drops back into it. I had my own little vaccum that i filled and refrigerated from home. 

The head of school was a very serious man that everyone feared, including the bad asa gangs who used to carry gun. I remember him stopping one in the school line and slapping him that banged our ears from the sound. Everyone would stop and kept still as he entered the hall of the 6 story building consisted of 16 classroom each. He was the man of wisdom, charractor and personality. He worked very hard for the school. Built greenhouse, planted trees and flowers and painted the entire school colorful that attracted the attention of passengers walking nearby. The punishment for breaking school rules took every student to bring a flower case and painting boxes and also plowing the ground for herbs and vegetables. No one fought inside school except for outside where noses bleed and eyes were blackened everyday. There was no day without a fight and a drop of blood outside which fortunately was put into an end by the head who was tipped off by one of those street venders outside. The strategy took those cockfighting warmongers to donate and work in the construction of a gym in the corner.

We all walked out of school after dining and drinking and photoshoots with our sorry faces looking back with the love and passion and the phrase “its over eh” on our lips. We parted with hugging each other and noting numbers and email addreses on our cellphones and the promoses of reunions in the latter. It was truly the moment of love and sincereity that to this day i sigh and cherish it from the bottom of my heart.

Two months later we ran into each other and screamed and hugged and pulled each others hair, ear and pinched noses. The look in our faces explained how much we missed and still do miss school days, studying under one roof and hanging out in the recessions and playing football and dancing and those runnint races. The exam went well and i was escorted back one of our classmates car from the resturant where we had an amazing joint lunch with the loved ones. They would come and visit, some in bicycles, some in car and some of them in their badass motorbikes scaring the heck out of me with their crazy drives. I miss them today, very much. I wish i have a contact of one of them and i would unless my phone wasn’t broken. We used to call and text each other for some time until my phone went broken, and email got hacked.  I am hoping to somehow find their cobtacts soon.

There was a “researcher Assistant” vacancy announcement from worldbank and i want to be the nominee for it but for a freshky graduated it was quite challenging. i asked my uncle who is the health director in world bank to help get me shortlisted in the exam and he introduced me to one of his friend who gave me the directions for online recruitment. I did and was called for an interview that i luckily passed. My grandma was worried about my college, so was dad but as i begin working things changed dramatically with the doors of opportunities oppening for me to grow more and learn more. I was sent for trainings although on a mission, it was because my boss was a great person. We actually had to travell to provinces and visit schools and education officials and ministries in the districts. I got to see my school principles and it was trully the moment of surprise and encouragment as i walked in their offices. I was suppose to be in the college studying accounting but i was out instead doing some great great stuff hard to imagine, yes i was working with people holding their masters and doctors degree. So as a very young memeber from trainings i made acquaintances and impressed participants who were the high officals of other organizations. My active involvment in the program gained some very good compliments and admires from people including the trainees who i respected and learned a lot from in and outside the classroom through constant contacts. After the program ending with a certificate i returned back to the research program and continued the job until its successful completion. The C.V got some beautiful margins and soon i begin to volunteer in health organization where the board of direction appointed me to the financial position. Besides work i continued college and applied for more jobs and opportunites that snowballed amazingly which allowed me to learn and grow and experience more and more and i enjoyed most of it. .. to be continued……

Depression and Anxiety, how it all started in me?

I often write when i’m hurt or in pain, to change it into an energy.. This helps relieve pain than charging against the gravity of the situation.
When i was a little kid, i used to write my anger and sorrow on a piece of paper then roll it inside a bottle i threw into the river thinking someone, somewhere may pick it up and read my story.

My childhood world was a wonderland not because that i was given by but through my search and findings i put efforts to find them through.  I enjoyed every moment of it Although there wasn’t much freedom of allowance from the family, but i found them in each layer of excuses of the errands i ran for. My curiosity helped me a lot finding answers to the questions that came into my mind. There were somehow chances of grabbing them opportunities passing by like a short voyage of a bunch. and to get a share of it was to be smart enough to work your through it.
The neighborhood was consisted of diverse nations each represnting their culture and custom with the style of their clothings and decorations, interesting indeed.

20 minutes walk far away was the house of Granny’s sister. A sweet, kind hearted caring lady who always received me with a smile and a hug and lots of love. She would bring me nice things to eat and allow me to watch videos in her guesthouse. Her son was a Tv mechanic, with his shop full of Tv’s that people brough for fixing. He was a nice man, would offer us soft drinks and chat with us while he was working. He had some great video cassets of animal planet which he recorded them straight from cabel channels and he liked them. it has been 4 years since they moved back to their hometown, he lives in a big suburbab house with his mom in Baghlan. they have planted a very nice garden in the corner of their house connecting to the door next to the giant field outside their house where they cultivatee various kinds of vegetables and those little yellow and red flowers in between gives a marvalous beauty texture to it. Their bathroom has two groups of wasp forces, orange and spotted yellow. They are literally on the roof top, not visible unless you enter and notice them through those humming buz buz beep sounds scaring the hell out of you thinking what secs would they land and sting you all over your body. I was lucky to have not been bitten by one, it was a miracle although i put some tatctics, first trying to drive them away and then silently crawl outside like a desperately injured croc. Oh God!

The feeling of sadness flow through me with the questions that popped in my mind of my dad’s irresponsibity on our account. My mom is a sweet lady, how could someone cheat on her? What she didn’t do for that disgraced douchebag, she did more than necessary for that family. Everyone loves her for her honesty, integrity and righteousness and all the hardships she walked through with a smile in her face. My dad has never beaten me only some frowns and harsh words. He cries when asked for his loyalty and responsiblity and coins the excuses of nurishment and payments he made as a clearance to judging him. Money doesn’t make you a good parent but spending time with your kids and walking them to school and some parks and giving love does. My dad would take us in his car for roundtrips and do some shoppings but then as he went to toronto the sincereity didn’t lasted long. Phone calls? Yes but i never talked to him from the time he scoldes me over fighting with my elder sister over the receiver. I never felt good about him coming home and bringing me those toys. I actually envied my cousins with their dad being around them all the time and being so nice and humorous to them. I was hiding from my dad and every morning when he’d come to our room calling on me to go to the mosque together i would change my position in the bed by sleeping in the other direction to which he shook my feet than my head. Yes there was love and care in his voicw but our relationship didn’t get well as i was the one with a broken spirit of seeing the occurences.

I would hardly go over the receiver when he called or enter the room where he was sitting and chatting with family members. I never felt like i had a father and sometimes in school i would respond deceased when asked by the teachers. Everyone accompanied by their fathers carrying their bag and lunchboxes, where was mine? All stuffed in the big bag hanging in my back. Those colorful notebooks, and congrats on the first position did’t please me as i was dying to fill this void in my life. Eventually i was embarrased by his visits and would do as much as possible to stay out until the dusk doing my amazing routine in the wide beautiful mysterious garden. 


Tell me,  why is there so much pain, sorrow, suffering and misery, can you?
Why is there deception, foul notions coated with false promises, can you?
Describe the point of having a best friend when they won’t listen to you carefully, can you?
Explain the reason behind your excuses of taking me for a long time ride, will you?
Understand my pain through my collapsed soul, aching heart and broken bones, don’t you? 
Contemplate the misconceptions, misjudgments, misdemeanors and misconstrues, would you?
Distinguish the good from bad and the ugly, seeing the pure beauty and simplicity all inside, would you?
Take back what you put me through through a decent comeback and a warm hug with the determined attitude and a forever love, will you?
Why does it take you so hard to enter when i put the door on the latch waiting for your return and a blissful smile, manifest – won’t you?
Tested me enough with the all ups and downs of life but still torturing my wounded heart and mind and soul with your callousness. Justify it all would you?
If you don’t then at least fill me up with the answer why, would you?


That oranges tree


That lonely oranges tree, full of mystery and stories, in the very center of the cornfield ..the one that no longer exists anymore…the one that 3 brothers used to spend the entire school hours sitting on the branches looking at the birds and insects flyiny over… the one we saw rabbits being chased by dogs and the one that we shelter for hours talking about the impossibles and imaginary world. The one we ate peanuts and boiled corn on and the one we laid on the branches taking our tireness off on. The one we played games and cut oranges from to please nanny with on our return home. The one we deeply were in love with and never let any chance to go off from. Okay these two brothers of mine are school runaway kids with bad marks in their result sheets and i am the one with first position in my class, i went there what for? To skip something i loved? The privelage of being the entire schools proctor? And being best friends with a funniest kid and having a great time impersonating the teachers and some other students? Don’t i rememebr the junior cambridge bullies? Oh well this was the new school and everything was my favorite but wait it wasn’t my interest that took me to the orange tree…it was its mysterious beuaty and mostly the tricks of my brothers who didn’t want me to be called by their teachers in their class for making constant absences and getting low marks on their tests with no interest in their daily class activites. I actually had a bad time when was called by their teacher deliver their feedback message back home to the parents which my brothers would cleverly trick me into games and other stuff so that i dont get to go to school either but rather spend the rest of the time with them swimming in the river, eating berries and then teasing crows and finally resting in the oranges tree. One day the school was dismissed earlier and in the middle of the way my brothers decided to get intocthe video game store which i denied joining them but instead went straight home and in the house granny thought i fled school to which i was almost beaten by her and from that day i decided not to get distracted by them anymore. I changed my plans and schedule but still somehow went to that orange tree. About 6 years later when i went to that country with my aunt for a visit, i couldn’t find the orange tree….there wasn’t any sign of the corn field either but it was a flat land with many buildings erected over. It mad me sad and i rememebred those days when we were little and crazy kids skipping school and spending the entire hours in that tree. The orange tree, the beautiful, colorful, loveable perfumed, the one and only, the only oranges tree.

Child growth psycology

In the waking hours, my mom as usuall busy baking bread for the family in the hot days of summer. We are living in a big two story building house consisted of 8 rooms with a huge yard where grandma and aunts planted flowers, pepper seedlings and average sized orange tree which circulated the building with its fragile smell. In one room, grandma lived with her widowed daughter (whose two sons were in the Mercy international school where they were given room and board and all kinds of required stuff), .in next room were my two school girl aunts who didn’t like each other very much. The younger one was a bad ass giving the older one warnings of throwing her into the river as they’d cross it to the other side of the bridge to get into their school car. Well She was the head of the school gang, backing the relative girls against the opponents. She was kind of jealous of me too for grandma giving me that egg mixed hot milk in the mornings in the kitchen and bedding me next to her a times I was sick and also taking me to other countries for her families and friends visits. The elder was my good friend, she’d read me stories of the wonders That are tattooed in my memory, very fascinating and interesting. She was so good at Arabic language and spoke it well among others in her school. Next room was our room where mom, my two brothers, two sisters and I slept including the goose and the little sheep. Mom is the kindest and very loved woman in the family whom everyon counted so much on. She was cooking and baking for the entire big ass family. Such a hardworking kind loving lady whose kindness flew over every single living soul in th family. She had a little baby cat hiding under the oven whom she fed all the time and through the course of time I developed very sincere relationship with the cat that later got bashed away with my naughty behaviors of throwing it to the. With or dog that chased it all the way down the street and up the walls and porches of the neighborhood. Every weekend we had visitors, they were my cousins; two brothers, and a sister and another two brothers who were orphans living and studying in the orphanages where they had every facility inside. I had gone there and wasn’t ready to come back home. Big buildings inside the compound, mosque, school, dorm, cinema, playgrounds, park,and hospital. It was fun to be there for a full day visit of my cousins. It was the moment of happiness when the weekend was near with my aunts and cousins coming from schools, with some new visitors and all the family would have a great mal together sharing joyful and some sad stories. I was very attached to them, there were some other families in other district where I’d go on holidays. Those were my uncles and aunts houses and my cousins were very fun to be around with. Childhood is really a blessing, no competence, no hate, no jealousy and no problem at all. Just fun and plays . My grandma a beautiful lady, blue eyes, white skin and blonde hair. She was the boss of the family. had a pistol gun under her bed. And she’d force me and other to give us a cold bath under the thick hose everyday. She would command anyone in the family with no tip of disobiednce. She was respected by the neighbors who’d visit her and bring their kids or ill for her blessings and the treatments were very miraculous with positive outcomes. My two uncles were single, they stayed in one room. We had a big guesthouse full of guests and visitors all the time. Every night was a big feast with different traditional meal and colorful juice and fruits. In the second building my another uncle (now deceased) lived with his kids who moved in freshly from a new place. My cousins (the other city) and I would go to their room at nights (when all families were having tea in granny’s room) and scare them with ghost masquerades and my youngest sister would scream as she is waiting outside for an order to enter to terrorize them kids HAHAHAHA she thought we were ghost for real despite her affiliation to the group. We would go to neighbors house and watch tv and dine. It was a very friendly loving enoirnment that we sadly don’t see each other oh not to forget to mention I’m in the third country away from it, depending on the notion of the cultural differences. ok coming to the main point of child psychology, love your children equally. Don’t hug and squeeze one infront of the other but put both in your sides and divide the love equally amongs each. My dad would buy my little sister colors, pencils and everything she ask for and then play with her in my face althought he would give me his love but the weight was left much to the other side. That’s why I didn’t like him, I would always hide from him when we came home from Toronto, I would go and spend most of my times playing with boys and girls outside and climb the enormous garden trees and swing from one to another like Tarzan and push my young brother into the water because he was loved and waxed too infront of me. My friends were the birds and butterflies and the dog and puppies I secretly visited in the garden. I wouldn’t show them to my brothers and cousins who had shot some with my uncles gun and hang others from the trees and had thrown kittens and other pups in the river. I would do my best to hide their babies and their eggs from them with leaves camouflage and distract them to the other parts saying they’re gone and lifted by strangers. There was so much to do as a kid. Outside was a world of fun than what you see today’s kids doing in their home busy playing games and facebooking. I’m glad to have grown in nature and physical beings than the imaginary things. Yes I had magic books of umro that I’d go to the top of second story building roof and place my chair in there and read until dusk to the time my mom would look for me calling my name. My dad tied me to the tree for trying kungfu and gymnastic tricks my cousin taught but now seeing him with my other brothers in the boxing ring makes me angry and remorseful. I dislike him. He didn’t like my elder brother either just because he had a girlfriend and a child from her. He compared him to others and complimented my cousin infront of him th


at made the boy go worse. I have no idea if he has any regrets but parents: please!!!

Things to consider before moving in to a new place

When I moved in with my first roommate, i didn’t overthink it. In fact, i barely thought about it at all.

We were both from the same country,  but different provinces, had come from the same city, located in the capital of the country. We weren’t particularly good acquaints, nor we had any adequate info bout each other but in this new place we were hanging out most days and shared the same group of friends and from the result of being robbed, my wallet and passport were gone but thank God i had some hundreds of dollars to help me pay my expenses. so financially and socially it made sense to combine forces and move in together. I actually had no knowledge of being tricked by the charlatans into paying the entire room rent by myself. Sighs…

In amongst the stress of trying to find a house in this new place on a low budget, there wasn’t much time to wax lyrical about whether or not this was the right decision for me or whether i needed to talk about what the expectations of each other were once we moved in together.

I’m now a firm believer that living in a share house is, as a rule, easier than living with someone in a single room.
Sure, it’s kind of like a game of social Russian roulette – will you get a hilarious, clean, cool person who not helps you in the daily chores but also shares thoughts, stories and walks with you a mile on sundays? Or will you get someone resembling the stiff from GridironGang ; a lazy, messy, loudmouthed slob who constantly annoys you? You don’t know! And that is terrifying.
But the benefit of living in a house full of strangers is that you still have that barrier of politeness and awkwardness that stops you from acting too much like yourself in public areas.
You’re not going to leave your underwear hanging around or forget to wash your dishes for three days or blast rap songs in the shower at inappropriate hours. And if your roommate does something to annoy you, you can complain to your fellow housemates and feel confident in confronting them about it (or sending a passive aggressive text, at the very least).
The reality of living with a not well known acquaint are a bit harder. Maybe you’re those who are not so close you need to read each other like a book and never annoy each other. But also the reality for most people is that their relationship with new acquaints works so well because they don’t go home to each other at the end of the day, they’re not in each other’s face in their down time and they can have elongated breaks from each other.
When you live with an aquaint it’s an intensified version of your relationship, and it’s actually really hard to tell them to pick up after themselves, or to do the washing up, or to stop leaving the heater on because you’re already going to get a huge gas bill. It’s awkward to tell them off, or to remind them to do things or to have them rely on you for food or money or cleaning.

When I moved in with this roommate, I soon noticed that he didn’t share my penchant for cleaning dishes and putting them away as soon as he’d finished eating. He liked to soak them overnight, which sometimes turned into two nights if he had night shifts at work or was out and about.
Sure, the logical thing to do would be to talk to him about it, ask him if he could stop smoking inside the room and start washing up every night and then laugh about it and move on. But it’s a weird conversation to have with someone who you usually don’t talk too much with about work and studies, movies and music. So, I just started doing his dishes, along with mine, every night, not saying anything and festering away with resentment.
After months of feeling hard done by I boiled over and we had a huge fight. To my horror, he was also angry at me for not pulling my weight – he had been doing the lion’s share of the room cleaning and I hadn’t noticed.
These things sounded stupid and trivial but when you’re seeing each other day in, day out they start eating away at you and taking on deeper meanings.
Doing things differently Now, with hindsight, I wish that we had just sat down, before going house hunting, and said “Okay, what are the things you want in a roommate?”. We could have got everything – the stupid and petty to the extremely important – out on the table, and then we would have known where we stood moving in. We would have saved so many awkward moments or frustrated silences or quiet annoyances where we didn’t want to teach each other so we stayed silent.
This is to say I regret living with an acquaint– I din’t liked nearly every minute of it and we’re still aren’t good now – we don’t live together anymore, but that because of reckless behaviors, mine as well (don’t want to put all blames on one person).
I do, however, wish we had taken the time before we moved in to sit down and lay down some ground rules.
I do wish I’d told him before we moved in that I hated him borrowing my clothes and eating my dark chocolate, smoking inside the room, talking on the phone late night hours and not doing the washing up every night.
And I wish I’d known that he hated it when I used his expensive shampoo and played my music in the morning and didn’t do my share of the room cleaning.
I don’t think there’s any sort of personality test you can do to decide whether you and your new acquaint will make good roommate material, but if you’re willing to sit down and lay all your weird quirks, annoyances and nuances bare – you’re onto a good thing. There are different approaches and measures for that we need to pledge all our conideration and specifications with.