"Your side, my side."

He talks to you like you're a child. You can't believe this guy. How did you even get into this situation? All you wanted was to relax in your new room after a long journey, hoping for some peace and quiet. You knew you had a roommate, sure, everyone at school had gotten one, but nothing could have prepared you for this. When you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of your new roommate meticulously laying down a strip of bright yellow tape, dividing the room precisely in half.

It was surreal, really. The yellow tape gleamed under the fluorescent lights, creating a stark, jarring line down the middle of the small space. Half of the room was now 'officially' yours, and the other half 'belonged' to him—a territory marked as clearly as a border between warring nations.

"Got it?" Martin, as he introduced himself, repeats, his voice firm and uncompromising. He stands on his side of the room, arms crossed, a look of satisfaction on his face as he surveys his handiwork. His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for your reaction, as if daring you to challenge his absurd demarcation.

You stand there, still clutching your suitcase, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. This was supposed to be the beginning of a new chapter, a fresh start. Instead, you're faced with this unexpected and bizarre confrontation. The question swirls in your mind: what kind of person draws a line in the middle of the room on the first day?