01/12/2023
I disliked my roommate in our second year of university for a long time.
Why?
Because she was obsessed with trash!
The only things you'd find in our room's trash bin were really used nylons that could no longer be washed for re-use, snacks nylons, and any other form of trash that had absolutely no chance of being recycled.
She was always digging up plastics and nylons to wash and keep.
One evening after I ordered for a smoothie and had finished consuming it, I threw it's cup in the trash only to have my roommate sprint across the room to take it out.
I tried to wrestle it from her, but her grip was way too strong.
So I gave up and let her just do her thing as usual.
She washed it throughly before adding it to her ever growing pile of "junk reusables".
She wasn't even using them.
Now this wasn't some Save The Climate habit.
She was OBSESSED with trash!
She'd come back from lectures hauling garbage bags filled with plastics and nylons she found on campus.
Then she'd sort them out before adding them to her pile.
I once asked her if she wanted to sell them to earn some cash but she only smiled before shaking her head in the negative.
Every weekend she would hire a cab, take out everything she piled up for that week into the cab, and take off to God knew where.
She was a really quite person too.
Hardly spoke more than ten sentences to me in a day.
I had met her parents twice and by all indications, they didn't appear poor.
Infact our room was one of the biggest in the hostel and had facilities only a few other rooms had.
She wasn't poor.
She didn't intend on selling them either.
So what in world was wrong with her??!!
It would be crazy to think she took 'em out to dump them somewhere after going through so much stress to clean them up.
Then one day, everything was gone.
When I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING.
Her included.
I came back from lectures really tired and all I wanted was to lie down and just sleep off till the next day.
However, fate had oth
