In reflection: 6 reasons why living with me is soul destroying

So, after having written about the difficulties that you face when living with flatmates, I thought it would be important for me to highlight the fact that living with anyone is difficult. And there is no way you are perfect- in any way shape or form. It's all a matter of remembering you have flaws. All these different parts of your personality and living habits that grate on the people who have the priviledge difficulty of living with you.

I have compiled a list of my own flaws which I am going to try to tackle in order to make my own brain space a little less cluttered.

1. Over thinking. I over think things to a ridiculous extent. I need to learn to deal with things before I let them overtake my mind and multiply like an evil case of rabies.

2. I'm a control freak. I like to call it "perfectionist". But I totally understand that it's an absolute pain to live with someone who tries to control things that are out of their hands. Or even who relentlessly expects everyone to want to maintain a particular level of

3. I struggle to relax. This sounds silly, and actually, since starting my blog I have found it to be a brilliant source of Jessie-just-sit-down-and-relax. However, in general- and trust me, it grates on me too- I struggle to sit down and "relax" before the room that I am sitting in looks and feels beautiful. It's annoying, because I wish I could. I can be exhausted, but I would rather pick up rubbish; take dirty dishes to the kitchen; hang up washing; correct pillows; wipe the table... the list goes on.

4. I forget to forget. It's not that I hold grudges, because I really don't think I do. I just seem to have this mental catalogue of things that have upset/annoyed me previously. I try to get rid of them, and it's very childish of me but I seem to justify my thoughts through memories of previous acts of injustice.

5. I throw tantrums. Especially if I am tired/hungry. I just snap and breakdown/freak out. I don't even mean to. Sometimes I just become overly charged with hormones that just need to escape.

6. I complain. A lot. Now this is a really bad one, because I know I do it. But I just really truly struggle to bite my tongue. I will winge, and then I will feel better. But this isn't fair on the people around me. But then, like my mamma told me:

I would say that I am actually a very difficult person to live with. I have ups and downs of days when I do/don't care about the way the house is. I admire any person who has managed to live with me.

I'm also sure that my brothers/boyfriend/flatmates(previous&present)/friends/cat/dog/mum/dad and anyone else who has had the priviledge of living with me, would laugh at the fact that I only picked out six reasons that I am difficult to live with. I know there are more, but trust me- you've got a tonne load of them too! And that's what we all have to do- especially when living with flatmates- accept and understand your own flaws, because it might shed light on the complaints you have about others.