So I am a freshman in college and was really excited to get a roommate. When I first met my roommate on facebook, we seemed to get along really well. For the first three weeks of college, we seem to get along really well. We don't do much together, but we talk and have good conversations and share music and stuff. Well about two weeks ago, we quit having conversations and stuff. I try talking to him and he starts giving me one word responses. Well about a week and a half ago I was in my bed taking a nap during the daytime and these two girls from our floor and him walk in to our room, close the door and start talking quietly, but loud enough to wake me up. As I am laying there, they start talking about me. At first they comment on how messy my side of the room is. They then move on to much nastier things and say I am weird, ugly, and I only date sluts. He then agrees and says he's looking for a new roommate. That's when I had it. I can't stand people talking **** about me behind my back. I sit up and say," What were you guys saying?" They then all look up shocked and one of them says,"Oh... we didn't know you were sleeping..." and before I could say anything they leave the room. I haven't said a word to my roommate since then, until today when he informed me that he found a new roommate on the same floor. When I asked why he said "It's nothing personal... we have just become good friends that's all." So, I sit here and ponder, are people really this douchey or is it something wrong with me? I ask myself constantly while I have good months of peace and happiness why I deal with social anxiety and depression at my worst, and moments like these remind me of why.