I won’t lie; it’s been weird living with a roommate. All my life I’ve enjoyed a room of my own — my own little space where nobody can get to me, and I can remove myself from the troubles of my day. At college, sharing that sacred space is not easy. I am lucky, though. My roommate is a great guy (one of my best friends actually). He’s friendly, nice, and reasonable. That doesn’t mean conflicts don’t come up, though. For example, I threw out his food one time (I swear I thought it had gone bad). He was upset, and I felt horrible.
The key, it seems, is talking about the issue at hand. Sure, my roommate was mad at the time being, but we talked through it. I apologized and explained the logic behind my decision, and he forgave me. We also defined clear boundaries for touching each other’s food in the future.
When in doubt, talk about it!