Burnt

When I was in grad school, I was lucky enough to live with my future brother-in-law. Sure, it was a hard one to talk my dad into, however, the fact that I was moving to a city that I was unfamiliar with and knew nobody (except Jonathan) really helped out the situation. Plus, his ideas of me not living with a man were in fear of the happenings after the sun goes down. I reminded him that this was my boyfriends brother, if I was going to be doing whatever after hours, it would not be with him!

With us, in our mini estate, lived another guy, Dan. We were like three peas in a pod. We shared everything, whether we wanted to or not. There were some things I did not want to share and neither did Jonathan. But, it apparently wasn't a choice. We were to share things like shampoo, soap, toothpaste, and other hygiene products. I was quite fumed about this. I didn't feel as though I should have to use a shower caddy like I did in the freshman dorms in my own "home." But, yes, that is what it came down to.

Many would probably wonder why I didn't just say something. The problem is, I just felt bad. Stupid, I know, but true. Anyways, one day, all of the keeping quiet I did let me come away with the victory!

Back then, I couldn't see. I needed my contacts just to be able to walk safely. The one thing I felt safe leaving in the bathroom  were my glasses and contacts. I mean, there was no need for anyone to borrow those. Along with those, without thinking, I continued to leave my contact solution. Since I have fairly sensitive eyes, I always used a special, enzyme cleaning solution. Contacts have to sit in this special solution for at least seven hours or the solution will burn your retinas straight off your eyeballs. And, you can only use the special bubble-formulating contact case when using this solution. 

I knew all the rules for using the solution. Poor Dan didn't. 

One morning I woke u to his screams coming from the bathroom as he had decided to extend his sharing to my contact solution. After flushing his eyes for a good amount of time, he complained to me that my contact solution had burned the sh*t out of his eyes. I'm assuming he told me this because he wanted me to feel bad. I, however, feeling that I had been quiet long enough, simply told him, "You shouldn't have been using my stuff."

I must end that story by quickly telling you that I did like Dan. He was definitely a nice guy, he just thought the whole housemate thing allowed for more privileges than most people would assume. Also, I am happy to report that he can still has his vision.