A few days ago, I noticed that the disorder in the shared space in my apartment is getting on my nerves. I saw cookies crumbles and cheese bits lying around on the kitchen counter, used pots not washed overnight, and weekly chores still not done after 3 days. I am a neat person and have a higher need for tidiness compared to my guy housemates, who are also my close friends. I didn’t think my standard was unreasonable. If you see the disastrous kitchen after one of my housemates cooks, you’d sympathize with me. Though anger is an emotion I rarely feel, I was full-on in rage. How could you destroy the kitchen that was just cleaned like this? …


Mojia Shen

PM in the day, Philosophy at night. Wish to open, awaken, and strengthen minds.

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