“I once had an extroverted roommate who could never understand the hour of quiet, alone time I needed after work to decompress from taking phone calls all day. I told her I was going into my room and shutting the door, and that no, I wasn’t mad at her, and no, I wasn’t depressed. I just needed some alone time. Almost every day she would knock on my door, then open it. ‘Are you mad at me? What’s wrong? Let’s go out!’ Argh! I had to ask her to move out after a couple of months. She just didn’t get it, and she told all of our mutual friends how stuck up and moody I was.” —Amy
