To SD’s point, I do *cognitively* understand that my roommate’s do matter in terms of her career and her life. But in an irrational emotional way it *feels* less important. (Probably two parts self-centeredness on my part, one part whether-or-not-your-advisor-likes-you-is-less-important-than-someone-dying.)

Some of my irritation also stems from the fact that she is not my SO and I dont talk about my crap with her; therefore I don’t feel like I have any obligation to be thrown knee deep into her woes. Like I’m not saying I somehow have the right to be mean to her, I just want us to be the kind of roommates who like comment on the weather and water the plants while the other one is away and pay our rent on time and keep the apartment reasonably clean. Like I have thought about asking for ten minutes of not talking when I come home (because occasionally she will literally follow me into my bedroom after I walk through the door) but even the level of intensity where we have discussions about our relationship feels like more work than I want to put in here hahaaaa

Maybe I am just phobic re: intimacy and discussions of boundaries and want everything to be easy all the time...