So there are things about being an introvert and socially awkward and shy all at the same time that makes it hard to talk with people. At least for me, it does.
In my first year of college, my dog lived with me, but because of financial reasons, I changed apartments and decided not to take my dog with me because I wasn’t sure if my roommates would approve.
I didn’t realize how much of an socially awkward, shy introvert I was until I moved in with roommates. We had separate rooms and separate bathrooms – which is a great relief to me – but we shared the kitchen and living room.
And it was a mess and is currently getting messier. Dishes litter the sink and counters. Full trash bags line the wall. The doors for the washer and dryer are wide open and in my way whenever I get in/out of my room.
I realize now that even though I’m free from taking my dog out every few hours and walking him every day, I’m still somewhat distracted and want to get out of my apartment with every chance I get. I’ve driven in the dark – a horror for me – late when the sun has already set to go take a 30-minute and sometimes hour drive home to my parents, sister, grandparents, and dogs.
I thought I wouldn’t start craving social interaction since I had roommates.
But they don’t speak to me unless we’re passing by. In fact, on the day I moved in (they were already moved in months before me), all three (yes, three) of them were gone despite the memo on the table in the living room saying I was coming on that day. Okay. Maybe one of them was there. But she didn’t even respond to when I was asking if someone was at the apartment while I wandered around the living room and kitchen like a lost child.
They barely left any space for me in the kitchen cabinets and any cabinet, really. The fridge smelled. The sink smelled. My sister, who came in to help me with the move-in later on, was so disgusted with the fridge that she refused to open it to put my drink inside because she feared she would vomit without knowing where the trash can is.
I realize now that I miss my dog. And my comfortable privacy when I lived alone – not these awkward encounters with my roommates every now and then when I go to the kitchen or head out for school.
I was able to talk to my dog, hug my dog, walk with my dog, play with my dog, be comforted by my dog whenever I had bad school days – and I can’t technically do any of these things with my roommates, especially since I don’t even see any of them a lot. We don’t even eat together or even have a basic talk about taking out the trash or washing the dishes or when to do laundry.
But of course, it’s not always bad living with roommates.
To be honest, I preferred my roommates I had during a summer program at a different university while I was still in high school. We talked together, ate snacks together, and even danced in front of the restroom mirror we shared.
So, I guess, it all depends on the living situation and the roommates you get, but if you’re as shy and socially awkward as I am, you’ll probably have a hard time just communicating with your roommates. I didn’t start dancing with my roommates from that summer program until I lived with them for eight days (out of the nine we were staying there).