Dorming

For the next month or so I will be dorming at my college for the summer session.

As of now, it’s only been two days, but today really counts as the first full day because Monday was move in and Tuesday was going home to get stuff. Although I will admit going home after a night/morning on my own did remind me of the positives of living alone.

However, there has been one gigantic letdown, I don’t have a roommate. Now while that may seem like a plus to some, the main reason I wanted to dorm at all was that it would lead to forced social interaction. I don’t have a lot of friends, correction, I don’t have a lot of friends that I can talk to and see in person.

Context: If I want to talk to my best friend, I have to go to the gym and hope he’s there because he doesn’t respond to the message. I’ve like de-friended him twice only to forgive him into him 2 weeks later when I find out why he pissed me off and him not even of read the message or know I was upset.

Anyway, dorming was supposed to change that, I’d be living with someone my own age that wasn’t related to me. I dreamed up to perfect scenario where I had 3 perfect roommates; a creative roommate who shared my major so I could talk with them about film and screenwriting, a big jock roommate so I wouldn’t have to go to the gym and workout by myself and a social extroverted roommate who knew how to find parties and things to do in the outside world.

I know that my dream dorming scenario was never going to happen be still I was hoping for something or someone. I’ve spent past two days on campus, locking up my stuff, waiting for someone to knock and hoping that when I came back from class or out there’d be someone here to meet, but there wasn’t. I didn’t want to live by myself until I knew how to meet people outside of the home. Also, in this economy, I wasn’t going to be living on my own for a good couple of years after graduation so why get used to it. Had I’d known I’d be living alone, I honestly could have just tasking these summer course and gone home where all my stuff is.

You know what I’m being ungrateful, tons of people my age would probably trade places in a heartbeat. I don’t have to wait for the bathroom and can watch whatever I want on the TV a brought. The thing could be worse like I said the dream dorming scenario was a 1 in a million three-time shot. A jerk who thinks my ideas are dumb and career goals a silly, a sloth stoner who stinks up the dorm or a super introvert who goes into his room and hates me for no reason. It’s only the third day, maybe things will lighten up.

I really want to be able to post a weekly summary of my dorm days and hope I will.