When logic leaves and strangers stop by
I think my neighbor in 108 is an alcoholic. Tonight, in a series of nights, though it was unusually early in that the banging normally starts around 3AM, I was severely agitated and somewhat worried about the raucous he was causing. I know for sure another couple down the hall have a very young child, who most likely just got to bed a little while ago. So instead of mistakenly coming to my door this time and collapsing in a drunken heap, I pre-emptively ventured out to see if maybe I could help. Turns out he has more problems than just substance abuse. He and his girlfriend have these amazingly volatile fights at random hours, and its supposedly up to my own discretion if I choose to not hear them. So I guess she locked him out of their apartment, and he was trying to get in by way of scaring the door open with his yelling and knocking. Hmm. No need to question sound logic there. So I offered him my phone (he didn't recognize that I was the one who helped her literally drag him back to their place last week). He tried calling their apartment, which was funny because we could both hear the phone ringing, and then the after-hours emergency number. In the end, both were no help. So he actually was pretty gracious this time, but said he'd figure it out himself, so I left him to his own devices. I didn't feel petty enough to tell him that she probably wasn't in the apartment because our doors lock from the outside, or that maybe he should stop this incessant NOISE. It's driving me insane- I can only imagine what other people must be feeling. This is way too reminiscent of college dorm life; something I'd rather leave in the repressed past. But I suppose on the bright side, I won't be spending tonight rolling a drunken roommate to her side in prevention of her drowning in her own vomit. Lovely image there. Wow, I had forgotten how much I hated freshman year until this exact moment. I guess growing up is learning to live with other people, no matter how much their lifestyle impinges on yours. All I have to say is, God bless headphones.
posted by Sheila @ 8/30/2004 09:51:00 PM
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