It was cold, so I stayed in bed.
Later, I discover Stine on the living room couch in a sleeping bag. Why? Because Alex (1) and Stine (a couple here on a working holiday; they live upstairs) have broken up - over something as minor as dreadlocks.
It all started a few days ago when Alex got it in his head that he wanted dreads, and asked Stine to ask him separate the back portions as he couldn't reach them himself. Him, being a real man, soon developed sore arms, which resulted in Stine sectioning all his hair until 1 in the morning. Which, according to Alex, "really didn't help that much".
Last night, when she arrived home from work, she discovered that he had locked the door to their room - which lead to a whole cascade of arguments stemming back for weeks.
It's times like this when I feel like such a child compared to my flatmates. Everyone in this household is under 25, but today, I really noticed the difference. Stine was able to confide in Yoni, whilst Alex seeked Myriam for support, and all I did was ask Stine if she needed any help finding her mobile.
Yeah, you're a child =] Reap the benefits! If you act like a kid, you can get OUT of the 'there there, it's alright' conversations.
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