The video likely resonated with viewers due to the relatable "college roommate horror story" trope. The creator's candid and emotional delivery, combined with specific examples of the roommate's bad behavior, likely made the content engaging and shareable.
Summary
The creator recounts a negative experience with a roommate she met on Instagram. Initially, the roommate seemed sweet, but soon exhibited red flags like taking the creator's food and placing it on the floor, and causing disturbances that led to the creator's dorm being re-assigned. The roommate then spread rumors about the creator and ultimately moved out, leaving the creator to deal with the aftermath.
Structure
1Finding a roommate on Instagram
2Initial positive interactions and moving in
3Red flags and negative behavior emerge
4Creator's absence and roommate's actions
5Roommate moves out and spreads rumors
6Creator's negative experience and advice
Product placement
Instagram: it is a social media platform where the creator met her roommate. It is used to connect with people and find potential roommates. Removing it would change the origin story of the roommate relationship. It merely APPEARS as the platform where the initial connection was made.
On-screen text
storytime:
my roommate i met
on Instagram became my
roommate from HELL
Original caption
roommate storytime ☕️ THIS is the “college experience” no one talks about 🌝 #roommatestorytime #roommateproblems #collegelife #college #freshmanyear
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Transcript
If a girl on Instagram is your roommate, you say no. Here's my roommate from hell storytime. Okay, so boom. I got my dorm assignment. I knew I was gonna have a roommate. I was like, bet, let me find one on Instagram. No, I was out to a black girl's group chat and that's where I met my roommate. I'm gonna call her Katie. Katie and I started DMing and she seemed really sweet. And then she asked me, hey, do you want to be roommates? And I was like, yeah, we seem compatible. Okay. So that was it. We're roommates. We were coordinating what to bring and everything seemed fine. I called her the night before and I was like, hey, how are you feeling? She was like, honestly, I'm kind of nervous to have a roommate, but I think it's gonna be fine. And I was like, me too, everything seems good. So, great, we get there, we're unpacking. And she seemed sweet, but right off the bat, there were a few red flags. Number one, it was clear to me that the family did not want her to have a roommate. And they wanted her to have a private room. Number two, they said they were happy I wasn't trans, because they didn't want to have a trans roommate. Weird thing they bring up on the first link, but okay. Whatever. She was really sweet. We went out the whole time. She was really reading about me saying I'm such a good roommate. Unfortunately, though, later that week, I got to say, so things started to take a turn. I don't want to tell her first, but I ended up telling her. And she was like, oh my god, I'm gonna support you XYZ. I actually moved residences for a bit. So I was going back and forth between the two. So I was never there. Keep that in mind. Mind you, the whole time I'm gone, I feel really bad. Because like, I know I'm leaving alone now. So I'm like, take all my snacks. And if you want your friends over to sleep in my bed, literally being overly nice to overcompensate for the fact that I'm not there. And I'm like, keep that in mind. Mind you, I'm fucked out of a fridge. I don't have a fridge anymore because we shared the fridge. And this girl took my food and put it on the dirty ass floor. My all on the chair, and everything else on the cake. Great, great. Great. The cherry on top of the cake. And then my dorm texted me and said, hey, we should talk. She was like, hey, your roommate moved out. I was like, oh, okay. So I talked to her. I came back to the dorm. She was like, yeah, honestly, I heard she moved out. She was like, oh, yeah, I already scheduled the meeting, but someone went over our heads and like made sure she had a private room. Interesting. Almost as if this was the whole fucking plan all along. And I was like, did she even give reasons why? She said, you were slamming doors in the middle of the night so she couldn't sleep. I was stressing her out. And I was like, okay, so you didn't tell me about any of the problems. My dorm actually felt really bad for me. But mind you, slamming doors and doing all this when I wasn't even there. I think I spent a total of like, maybe three nights in the building ever. So how the fuck am I coming in and slamming doors every day? It's like straight lies. But whatever, fine. You know, she think to do to somebody. We move on. Again, I talked to the girls on my floor and then they were like, yeah, she was moving out. She was like, oh, yeah, I'm just gonna give you guys a story time. Which fuck you. And then she called the Jakes on my birthday. So yeah, don't meet your roommate on Instagram. Anyways, it is what it is. Be careful out there. I tell stories all the time, so follow for more. And yeah, fingers crossed.
