I have several bad memories of my dorm bathroom my freshman year of college. I never felt that it was my space, I shared it with my two roommates (which really isn’t bad comparatively). My roommates intimidated me with their products, which took up most of the drawer space in the bathroom. I was afraid that they would judge me after I bought 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner so I used to keep it in my little—behind the mirror shelf and take it out when necessary. The tub was always clogged because my roommates would let their hair go down the drain. The bathroom was built under my loft in the dorm, which probably affected my subconscious in some way all year.
One time my boyfriend at the time and I were making pasta, I was starting to come down with a flu but didn’t know it yet. The idea of eating on our carpet in was freaking me out. We had no real table in the room, so my boyfriend and I set up with chairs in the bathroom and put our pasta and laptop on the large sink counter as a table. The smell of tomato sauce and my roommates conditioner blended, I still remember the smell. I was okay after a few days when the flu started to go away, but I couldn’t eat tomato sauce for weeks. That same boyfriend broke the shower door in that bathroom while we were trying to have secret shower sex while my roommates were home. Lots of anxiety in that bathroom, glad I’ll never have to see it again.