it's so weird to live with someone that i don't care about and that doesn't care about me. we ask each other about the other's day, but more because we're looking for entertainment and a good story than out of concern for the other's well-being.
a line from fight club comes to mind:

when people think you're dying, they really listen, instead...

                        
-- Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.

not to be melancholy. just to relate. i'm not dying, so my roomie's not listening. i'd rather be healthy and unheard than dying and listened-to. at least we find each other amusing.