Definition: Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
Input: So today, my roommate felt that it was necessary to open the window while it is 7 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I said it was already cold and that I'm not having the window open when its 7 degrees outside. He said that it was so hot in our room that his ears were burning and that it was at least 82 degrees. He went to open the window and I raised my voice and said that I am not having 7 degree air enter our room, and that if he felt feel like he was hot, he needs change out of his long sleeve clothing. I stopped him from opening the window, and we begrudgingly agreed to open the window about a centimeter. 

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Afterwards, he began sarcastically remarking about how sorry he was that he disagreed with me. Example sentence:

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"I'm so sorry I disagreed with such a godly man. You're clearly always right, I'm so sorry."

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I then got angry and said he was drunk if he thought it was hot in here, reminded him that nobody else thinks it's hot, and said he should go to the doctor for a fever. It was seven fucking degrees outside and there was no way in hell that window was opening more than a crack.

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He then remained angry for about 20 minutes, constantly reminding me about how salty and angry I was about it (I already got over it considering that the window was hardly open, I have no idea what he was talking about).

I told him that he was acting like a victim and that he should grow up. I reminded him that it was 7 degrees outside and that I wasn't having the window opened.

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To top it off, he afterwards asked me if I was going to stab him at night, and that it seemed like something I would do.

In the past, I've gotten slightly physical (a push) when he, for the 9th time that day, went to open the blinds that let the sunlight glare on my computer screen, I lost patience with him wanting to sacrifice the ability for me to use my computer because our room's ceiling light wasn't good enough for him.

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Afterwards, a friend came into my room asking for the temperature outside, and I said:

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"It's seven degrees outside. Ya wanna know how I know? Cause \[Roommate\] wanted to open the fucking window."

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AITA?

arguing over a window