Roomie Issues

For all the time I have spent in dormitories living with complete strangers from high school way up to college, I have such big roommate issues. Issues that are resurfacing now that i've been sharing my room at the house with my aunt for a couple of months now.

For starters let me take all the responsibility for these issues, I am the worst possible roommate. I am messy because I tend to hoard a lot of stuff without consideration for storage space, I like leaving my bed unmade until late in the afternoon, I sleep in any chance that I can get, I don't like natural lighting in the room so I leave the curtains drawn, I don't sleep until it's 1-2 am so that means lights off is pretty much around that time too, I read aloud whenever a passage in a book speaks to me, I am almost always in the room but am too busy doing my thing to acknowledge anyone's presence or make small talk, and on occasions where I do go out I come back deep into the night or very early in the morning almost always drunk which makes it highly likely that I end up tripping on something or crashing into bed without any regard for the amount of noise I make.

And now let me state why although I take responsibility for these issues, I feel justified in having them, especially now that it is MY room in MY house. I could understand why I have to suck up the issues and be as neat as possible when I was living in the dorm, but now that I am at home, the thought that I have to put up with it every single day is really asking a lot from me. The bedroom out of all the rooms in the house is the one place I can call my own - my spot, my quiet place or whatever name you call yours. It's the place I go to when I don't feel like mixing in with the family, it's where I do most of my reading, writing, and thinking, it's the one place where I can bawl my eyes out and vent all my frustrations without my family thinking that i've gone mad - that place just screams me, is filled with me, and breathes me.  

But things aren't close to that right now - for months now - because since my aunt lived with us my spot is now her spot too making it OUR spot. Call me selfish, but sharing a place that is as special to me as that bedroom is is a perk only the people closest to me should have. Being roommates is a lot like cohabitation minus the sex, you need to at least have an emotionally or intellectually intimate relationship with your roommate. My aunt and I we have none of that. Add to that the minor grievances I have over having to share closet space with my sister because my aunt put all her stuff in my closet and the fact that I have to read and write under the light of my cellphone only. 

Been living like this for months now and every single day I feel like a dog that gets to witness how a cat tramples on its favorite poop spot.

It's so bad I can't even come up with a resolution here on how I could make things better and maybe start acting like an adult and quit the whining for diplomacy's sake. Ugh.