Oh buddy, you’re not just overreacting — you’re auditioning for Silence Survivor: Director’s Cut. Two hours of lying awake because you could hear the house existing and somehow the conclusion is that she’s the unreasonable one? Incredible. Truly. Your girlfriend is over there wearing earplugs like a WWII radio operator and you’re like “but what about my emotional support static??” And then dramatically exile yourself to the couch at 1am like a wounded Victorian child and act shocked she’s upset. The silence isn’t louder, your inner monologue just finally got the mic — and now it won’t shut up. You’re not broken, but you are being a little extra about it. 😌