On why Roommate is so Wonderful :)

Mmmmm, housemates. Gotta love 'em.
So, I just got through the grueling 'Roommate Dinner' that we have once a week. Stupid me, I was even partial instigator of this. Little did I know! See, um, one of my roommates is, shall we say, special. Honestly, it's really hard to describe her accurately, because 'annoying' just doesn't cover it. Annoying sounds so Normal.
The firs thing to be said about this particular housemate is that she is a Boundary Pusher. She will come as close to you as she can, as near the quick as possible, until you put up a boundary, and then she'll push against that repeatedly, just to make sure you really mean it. It doesn't matter what it relates to, she wants to be in the big fat middle of it, whether it's your recent break-up or your coffee creamer. And she just won't stop! Subtle hints do not work, but obvious hints hurt her oh-so-easily disturbed feelings. And when she is unhappy/disgruntled/ever-so-slightly off, you Hear about it. So, either way, you're stuck.
Secondly, she's paranoid. I won't really go into this, except to tell you that she's currently convinced that the US Postal Service is reading her mail, messing with her cheques, and very possibly stealing her money. She has been to two different Post Offices to tell them so, and refuses to leave the post office until the Postmaster comes out and yells at her. And, no matter how you try to reason with her, how you try to explain that it makes No Sense that the US Postal Service would be out to get her, it doesn't matter. The Postal Service is out to get her, and That's That.
Thirdly, ahem, well, this really is just a re-hash of her need to be in the big fat middle of everything. She just spent the half-hour of dinner grilling me on my oppinions on a former classmate who left our school. She goes up, she goes down, she tries to go in the back door, but, oh!, I will not say very much. Because, unfortunately, I've seen what she does: give her one little dirty piece of gossip, and she'll run a mile, and tell it all over the shool, and then sneer to one of my classmates, "Ohhhh, you're Catholic, aren't you," as though that one piece of information tells her everything she needs to know. And, sadly, it does. The fake smile is almost chilling.
Scariest of all? This girl is going to be a clinical psychologist.