Felix and Oscar

After college, I moved into an apartment with Rolando. We had one of those arrangements where all the public furniture and decoration was his and all my stuff was crammed into my bedroom. This was fine with me because he had a bigger TV, nicer stereo and I didn’t have a couch. Of course, it also gave our apartment a unified look. We avoided that jumbled, garage sale look that you usually have in a post-college apartment.

Nonetheless, I thought we had a pretty equitable arrangement. If Rolando didn’t mind me sitting on his sofa and watching his TV, I was fine to have my room packed with all my non-matching crap. After all, everything was cool, right?

But after a couple of agreeable weeks, I began to notice that maybe I wasn’t pulling my weight. I’d wake up on Saturdays to the sound of Rolando cleaning the bathroom grout with a toothbrush. Or I’d be planted on the sofa watching the Simpsons and hear him in the kitchen scrubbing the counter. It was, I realized, an Odd Couple relationship.

I note this because I have clearly been an “Oscar” all of my life. Yet recently, I have felt myself becoming more of a “Felix,” especially with my seeming obsession with the dishes. I write all this simply to note that I’ve added a category to the blog called “The Odd Couple” wherein I will humorously catalog the friction between me and my very own Oscar, Lil’ Smell.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time to take down all the Christmas decorations.