Yesterday I was so tired after work, my brain on overload and my back hurting like the dickins, that I fell asleep at my kitchen counter, fork in hand, my head resting on my arm… Before this happened I had made myself a little dinner, and thought, “i’m just going to rest my head, right here, for a minute before i go and finish this food.”
Except I awoke a little while later out of a pretty deep sleep when my phone’s text message alert went off…
So I ignored the text, cleaned up and shuffled to my bed (aka, sleeping bag on the floor: yes, still) and fell asleep.
Ten thirty rolls around and I wake up, still groggy, and then moments later my neighbor and a friend go outside. It’s chilly out at night now, so I keep my windows open. I enjoy the fresh air, the sounds of the evening (animals chirping, tree rustling, etc.) The friend says, “you gotta make yourself better,” and she giggles and asks how. He then goes on to tell her that she’s picking the wrong guys (i believe this is about the same guy that I prayed that she’d break up with because of his comment that “we’re not gonna have strippers at my bachelor party, we’re gonna have prostitutes!” Yeah. I thought he was an idiot) and should choose better. He then goes on to say something about someone else being on drugs (maybe the ex, i have no idea, since they also brought out a cell phone playing stupid music i couldn’t catch everything. and i wasn’t eavesdropping… they were speaking rather loudly) and he was technically bragging about how many different kinds of drugs he’s tried, is doing. He even listed them off. Apparently gang members were scared of him and the amount of drugs he’s taken, and they often asked him who his contacts were.
Right.
Well, then they go inside. Blessed silence. Except now I’m wide awake. Like, I want to stay up all night and read a book or write a story awake. Except, now I can’t do that. Now I have to be up in the morning to be at work at 8. About an hour later (I’m still wide awake) they come back out. I think the first time they were outside they were smoking weed. The second time I got whiffs of cigarette smoke. Whatever. This time the music is louder. Their voices are muffled. I don’t know why they have to turn it on as they come outside… maybe they can’t have a conversation without background music. She does giggle a lot, though. I think this was a booty call, even though she technically had called him to complain about not picking the right guys. Because I’m pretty sure, after they smoked their cigarettes/weed they had sex. Sex is a natural part of life. I know. But maybe close your windows or try to keep it down for the baby in the next room…
I think that maybe she’s not meeting the right guys because she’s looking for him in all the wrong places. Because as her little baby slept/cried/whimpered in the room right below me, she was getting involved with a kid (and I mean kid… they were hardly over 25 or so) who clearly thought he was the “top that” kid from Teen Witch with his drug use. Good idea. Go from deadbeat moron to guy who proclaims his grand amount of drug use to the entire apartment complex.
Choices, people. They make all the difference.