was bringing a drunk friend home from a party and I laid her down on the couch. I left the room to get her some water and when I came back in the rooms she started talking about me, thinking I was someone else. She said that she hates people like me, who “boss people around and then try to be ‘fake good’ to make people think they’re a good person.” There was a lot more said that didn’t really make sense since she was drunk, but that’s the jist of it. (the “bossing around” was me as her roommate asking her to clean up after herself and getting upset when I would have to clean up for her. I am a slight germaphobe and the only boundary I had set with my roommates was that EVERYONE helps with cleaning, but I always ended up being the one to clean.) I just laughed and told she could tell me again in the morning, sober. When she realized it was me she kept apologizing for a while before she fell asleep. Then she woke up a few minutes later and threw up on herself. I wondered if she would even remember what happened, but it was clear that she either didn’t remember or didn’t care because the next morning she acted like she couldn’t remember anything. That’s fair though, I wouldn’t want to relive the moment I showed my ass to my roommate and then vomited in myself. It’s embarrassing. Still wish I would’ve told her what she said to me though. Probably would have made living with her much easier.