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.

6 reasons why living with flatmates is soul destroying.

Hi all, So since leaving the comfort of my parent's home I have lived with a handful of different flatmates; each delightfully soul destroying in their own beautiful way. Sometimes I wonder if the anger that bubbles up inside of me is actually going to land me in jail, it would probably be easier there- at least you have your very own space to keep clean and that no one else can destroy. It's opened my eyes to the fact that I am an ultimate control freak, and whilst messiness doesn't bother me; dirtiness and ignorance does. So anyway, here I have put together the top 6 soul destroying things that occur when you share your living space with flatmates. Enjoy.

1. It ruins friendships. You may be moving in with someone who you consider to be your very best friend, but before living with each other, you weren't aware of their reluctance to perform (what you consider to be) simple acts such as flushing the toilet/taking the bins out (or even using bins in the first place). And unfortunately it turns a 'friendship' in to a living arrangement whereby there seems to be no equality.

2. Once you notice it, it only get's worse. Unfortunately, this is probably one of my biggest problems. It's like, once you realise something isn't done the way it should be, you seem to notice it time and time again and it just builds up inside you like this ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

3. You make plans, your flatmates plans come first. If you make a plan, invite someone over for dinner and a movie, or even just a cup of tea... and you forget to tell your flatmate this is the plan, then they are likely to bring a heard of elephants home leading to the swift termination of your plans and them being replaces with you trying to keep your home nice whilst they destroy it.

P.S: the worst is when the heard of elephants are drunk and manage to forget to pick up the toilet seat and then pee all over it and the floor (that you scrubbed and cleaned just hours before), and then you get up half asleep in the middle of the night and sit down on that sticky wet seat... AAAARGGHHHH

4. Dishes. Whether you consider your flatmate to be a clean/tidy person, it is inevitable that you feel like you do everything when comes to keeping your home nice. It's some form of selective perception. However, chances are, your flatmate thinks he/she does everything too, (even though you know they don't). Doing dishes is a nightmare, do you just do your own? Do you make a rota? Do you just do the dishes and get it out of the way? 

5. Clothes washing. You will never ever be 'on top of your washing' when you live with flatmates. Not unless you combine their washing with your own and do it for them. It is inevitable that you will both live with a backlog of washing, and that you will hate how long their washing takes to dry because you could really do with some clean clothes. 

6. Equality. Basically the most soul destroying part about living with flatmates. But I suppose my mum warned me: "Life's not fair Jessie". Basically, you will constantly make compromises, you will feel like 'compromising' takes up your entire life (and it does). 

I would give you some magnificent advice on how to handle it, but I really don't know the answers myself. 

15 hard truths about living with men

Hi all, 

So I have decided to come up with a list of "hard truths" and realities of moving in with your boyfriend. So I have spoken to a number of my girlfriends and come up with the following list.

Obviously, it is only fair that I point out that these are habits that have been pointed out by many of my friends. I do hope for your sake that not every point on my list is applicable to you and your man, because I know that on the most part I am very lucky with my man, and same for my friends.

Of course the odd pyjama day is allowed, but please, for the sake of yourself and your man, don't forget to continue making an effort.

You are honestly grateful, and it is truly brilliant when he makes dinner or does the dishes, but do not, under any circumstances expect the units to be wiped to the level you expect. There will still be crumbs under/around the toaster/on the floor/on the stove. But just be grateful, at least the dishes are clean… or are they…?

He won’t realise that it is a good idea to pull the chairs out from the table, rather than going around them. Also, don’t expect any attention to be paid to the corners of a room.

You will have to just get used to this. Or you could nag.

 But that probably won't go down well. You will feel like you are repeating yourself constantly. And he will feel like you are just, well, a nag. So how about trying something like this...

Buy some Poo Pouri. Go before you shower. Play music on your phone. Again, deal with it. You’re human. So is he. 

Oh, and don't know what Poo Pouri is? Check it out on their website. 

As a woman, you will know that each cushion has specific position and particular angle on the sofa. You will have to ignore the constant need to rearrange them, men don’t think it’s comfy or convenient. And consider it a waste of time to make “the cushions look pretty”.

Even though he needs to use it once maybe twice a day, you will never ever understand how much he uses. Nor the fact that if he finishes it, the finished roll will remain where it is. Oh, and if they finish the toilet roll don’t expect to be told. You will find out the hard way, every… single… time.

Altogether, you will wonder constantly what your other half did before you moved in.

How life actually went ahead. My advice: don’t think about it. Just find a way to deal with it. 

Got any "hard truths" you think I missed out? Please comment and let me know!

Thanks for reading!

Jessie x