Two weeks?!?!

**Bitchy Princess Alert!!!**

I just found out that Mr. Self-Disclosure was also accepted to the two week summer institute that I was.

The good thing is that we are taking different courses.
The bad thing is that means two weeks sleeping in the same building.

It also means that we will be expected to be chummy and make our travel plans together.

It also means that I will be forced to make a semblance of inclusion of him into social events. This isn't a bad thing in terms of an occasional meal or the like-- despite the impression you may get, I do genuinely like the guy and think he is intelligent-- but only in small doses. However, I discovered that he tends to makes himself conspicuously older than the rest of grad students in a patronizing manner. Truth is, he is conspicuously older, by quite a margin-- but no one would care if he didn't make sure a big deal out of it.
For instance, after telling us all about his misspent youth and overexcessive drug use in his twenties, he got all preachy at N. and I in Memphis about how he didn't see the appeal in drinking anymore. Then, he came to the big conference party, bitched about the music and the need for some old time rock and roll, and then literally watched N. and I like a hawk from the sidelines the entire time with this condescending smirk on his face, with the occasional snide comment (e.g., N. accidentally bumped me while dancing, which spilled part of my drink, to which he proclaims loudly- "That's the first of many to come!").

Dude, you were all high on all sorts of shit when you were 25 and, from your words, weren't exactly making great strides towards your future. I'm 25, working on my PhD, and happened to get drunk at a conference. You are hardly in the place to patronize me, both due to your past and due to the fact that you are my colleague, not my father.

So can you understand why two weeks out of town with him may be stressful?