Biologically, humans can only feel 2 things.
“I need to fuck that,” and “I need to kill that.”
What you perceive as other emotions are merely those two in different ratios.
I do believe the responsibility of doing the dishes should fall on the shoulders of whichever roommate recognizes they have the greatest available capacity in their emotional reservoirs.
My Grandfather from South France taught me to shave by knicking myself with the razor in superficial places and using the blood as shaving cream of sorts.