Since our first days in the residence hall life, WSU students have learned to either enjoy or endure the inevitable company that is living with another human being.

For some of us, roommates are simply a financially necessary evil. Plus, the idea of living alone can be nerve-wracking, or, for those of us who watch “Criminal Minds,” utterly terrifying.

However, roomies can serve a purpose greater than simply the splitting of the rent check. They can be our best friends or our adopted families.

Or they can be our absolute and utter worst nightmares.

Sometimes, despite our best Facebook stalking and Buzzfeed article consulting, we still get stuck with a dud.

What do you do if you find yourself in this situation?

The first step is acceptance. You have tried everything. After outing invites and chore charts, at some point you just have to come to the disturbing revelation that your roommate is a turd.

And it’s OK.

You see, roommates are like family. Except unlike family they are also totally unrelated to you whatsoever, and there will come a day where you are allowed to never talk to them again without anyone shunning you over Thanksgiving dinner.

While involuntarily roommate bonds can at times feel stronger than blood, at the end of the day, or the lease, take solace in the fact that you will be truly free.

Satisfied roommates can go back to their socially-healthy relationship and adorable Instagram picture-taking. This article may not be for you.

Then again, it might be scientifically speaking, no matter how many times you caption Facebook photos “Roomies forever!” complete with little heart emojis, there is statistically a very low chance that you will in fact still be living together when you’re 40.

One of the best ways to explain an effective method of dealing with a bad roommate is to start by thinking of a PetCo.

Say you walked into the national pet store on this particular day looking for a little companionship.

And imagine you walked out with the most adorable little wide-eyed internet-picture-worthy puppy.

Now say that about two weeks and four ruined pairs of shoes into your relationship it becomes apparent that this dog sucks.

He just does. He does nothing but rip apart the things that you bought and urinate on the friends that you made.

Yet for some reason you stick it out.

Think of it this way. Even if you hate your roommate with all of your heart and some of your soul, if nothing else bad roommates do in fact, breathe.

But by the simple act of literally just being alive, even the worst of roommates manage to help fulfill a basic human desire, the desire to not be completely alone.

Does this make them worth living with again?

Absolutely not.

It just means that even in an unfortunate situation, there can be some benefits, even if they are hidden.

Really really really well hidden.