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Yesterday, my roommate picked up some household supplies (toilet paper, sponges, etc.) and asked me to split the cost. I've bought plenty of household supplies in the two years we've lived together without ever asking for any money. It feels weird and cheap that he's suddenly doing this. Am I being unreasonable in feeling this way, or is he being seriously petty?
--Annoyed
Weird conflicts like this make you start seeing your roommate differently, and not in a good way -- kind of like Joan of Arc on horseback, brandishing an empty bottle of Lysol.
As for what might've gotten your roommate so testy about the division of expenses, the human mind seems to have a built-in bookkeeping department. This is the force at work when an irate 8-year-old announces -- "J'Accuse!" -- that her sister's slice of cake is a full three-hundredths of a millimeter bigger than hers. We seem to expect 50-50 splits (which we perceive as "fair") and get unhinged when another person gets a bigger share.
Our emotions are an essential part of our mind's accounting staff, driving us to take action to correct imbalances. Neuroscientist Matthew Lieberman has found that fairness seems to read as emotionally "rewarding" to us -- that is, feelgood. Unfairness, on the other hand, leads to "aversive" emotions (the feelbad kind), motivating us to even out the balance of things so we can feel better.
The sort of scorekeeping your roommate's engaging in seems to be triggered when people perceive they've been treated unfairly. Their perception may be wrong -- and that may actually be beneficial for them. Though we tend to assume we evolved to perceive things accurately, research by evolutionary psychologists Martie Haselton and David Buss suggests that we make self-protective errors in perception -- sometimes seeing things as greater than or less than they actually are. It seems we evolved to err in whichever direction would be least costly to us in terms of our ability to survive and mate.
In ancestral times, for example, letting somebody take advantage of us, like by freeloading, would likely have posed a greater threat to our survival than perceiving (perhaps incorrectly) that they weren't pulling their weight. Putting them on notice that we wouldn't just roll over for their slackerhood showed them (and others) that we'd stand up for ourselves, telling them that we'd make a poor choice of victim.
Even if your roommate is wrong in perceiving you as some rubber-gloved, Drano- and dish soap-poaching freeloader, as long as he feels the cleaning supplies split is unfair, it's likely to make for a toxic living situation. You could suggest using an app like Splitwise to tally up what you each spend on household supplies and then reimburse each other. (This might even show him that you are spending more or that things are close to equal.) What's important is that it makes the spending transparent and, ultimately, transparently 50-50. Because people cling to injustice (or perceived injustice), this, compassionately, allows him to have something a little more commemorative on his tombstone than "Shared living quarters with a leech. Moving on to the maggots."
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LW notices when he's the one buying the supplies, but probably doesn't notice when Roommate does it. So, yes, LW could have bought toilet paper at least once last month but didn't notice that Roommate bought it 3 times...
Who knows, though? My husband and I are both pretty certain that the other one doesn't buy paper towels or groceries or diapers anywhere NEAR as often as the other.
ahw at February 26, 2020 9:18 AM
There was a period once when a then-roommate and I were on a Mountain Dew phase. I'd buy a 24-pack of cans, and then he'd buy one when that was low, etc.
Well, it was supposed to go that way. Usually, I was the one who replenished it, but to his perception we were still working on the same case for weeks on end, like it was some magical Dew generating machine.
So, after a while I stopped and let it run out. HINT. Eventually he asked why I hadn't bought a new one since he'd bought the last one. I had to inform him that was five cases ago.
Treadwell at March 7, 2020 1:49 PM
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