I had never thought I would hear those words come from my own lips. To gasp and place my hand over my chest, mouth turned down, eyes wide and say “Me? Smug?” Never had I ever thought I would be one to be considered… smug.
But, apparently I am. I’m the exhausted neighbor in heels, tapping her foot in annoyance at the sound of yappy yap yap in the hallway. Periodically peeking out the blinds to see some man in a hippie hair-do helping the third floor girl move bulky furniture up the stair case. Watching them, I noticed that the man looked strikingly familiar to me … my mind was flipping through names like a Rolodex. Flip flip flip… “oh yes, he’s that waiter in that Retro Sushi place down town!” Are they both servers? Hmm? Explains the late night entrances. Interesting.
Six years ago I would of probably befriended them, hanging out late nights, living as night dwellers do. But … today I’m tired. Today, I come home from work only to want to rub my feet that fit into those oooohhh so cute heels that hurt my feet ooooh so much. I like a little solitude after the work day is over, but don’t think I’m a recluse. Occasionally my second floor friends will come down for a glass of wine on the porch, then bid “good night” and retreat for bed. Ahhhh so, nice… we live in perfect harmony. “Our house, a very very very fine house. With the two cats in the yard …”.
I believe I have become quite smug to change. As I become extremely irritated when I hear a unfamiliar noise that interferes with our house harmony. Tsk Tsk Tsk. I know I should be open to the fact of a new third floor person, new feet, new schedules, new sounds. But … come on now … must we really drive nails into walls at 10:30 pm? Don’t you know that my second floor friends wake up at 5:45 am? Don’t you know I’m in bed by 10 pm, reading a book? Don’t you know it is a week day?
Gasp! Like a smug.
Yes, smug.
I hate the thought of being … smug.
hmm… I can’t really say anything about smugness or annoying neighbors because I may be that annoying neighbor. I tend to run back and forth between my apartment and Scott’s. Plus, he tends to chase me around the apartment when I bug him too much.
Thank you God for giving me neighbors that are either very tolerant or very deaf. lol
Lol. I’m rather smug these days as well. We should form a smug club. We could play shuffleboard and swap advice on geriatric care.
Oh Lord. Come sit next to me. I think I’ve found my siamese twin that got separated at birth and slid off the table! When the phone rings………and believe me, it does not ring more than once a week………I always get pissed and say: “What! Again with the calling?”
I consider anything out of my wonderful rut to be a giant speed bump in my life.
Read? Sure. A book is my friend. Don’t have to talk to it.
Company? UGH. Do they have to stay so long! Hell’s bells, I didn’t think they were going to move in! Maybe if I start flashing the lights they’ll take the hint?
I honestly went to the bathroom when a couple stayed too long and, when I came out, I had washed my face and was wearing my jammies and robe.
Subtle? I hope not!
This was a great post! I’ve become the exact same way. The other week someone rang our bell and I looked at my roommate with this “Augh, who is that now that’s bothering us?” I’ve lived in this apartment for a year and a half and I think someone’s only come to our door (unannounced) maybe 3 or 4 times. But by my response you would think someone stops by everyday.