Part 1 of my wild neighbor
Damn I’m so glad that shits behind me. Remember the drama I mentioned last time about my neighbor? It’s finally done…I hope. I know I didn’t go in to too much detail last time but don’t worry, I’m about to deliver you awl the tea. It’s actually a good thing I didn’t say too much last time though because it’s a lot deeper than I thought. I hope you guys are doing great btw. Alright, go grab some popcorn and get comfortable…I’ll wait…you good? Alright lets get it. SO! I’ll start with background information and answering some questions you might have. So first of all, why is my neighbor also my therapist? Well, she became my therapist after I moved in the building. I got to know her as a neighbor and I liked her. She’s super relatable and checks a lot of the boxes I wanted in a therapist like being flexible (I’ve literally called her at 3am to chat and she’s been completely fine with it. Unorthodox? Perhaps, but I liked it), she’s convenient, relatable, non judgmental and most importantly I can trust her. She’s my first therapist actually. It was something I always talked about but never took serious. Talking to her was just so easy and I loved the way I felt after talking to her so about 3 months ago she officially became my therapist and it was the best decision I made. Oh, and the other neighbor I mentioned, the one that snitched lives 3 floors below. I met her at one of those little community events our apartment building throws for residents. We ended up chatting and hit it off. We hang out occasionally and it’s always a good time. She’s probably my closest friend in the building….I’m still a little irritated with her after all of this though, I still don’t really get why I had to be involved. So anyways, now that you have some background let me get into the deeds. Since quarantine started I’ve obviously been home during the day which I never used to be, I used to be gone from 6am – 4pm. That’s 10 hours a day for any damn thing to happen and me to never know. Low key my apartment building could turn into a whole ass strip club during the day and I literally wouldn’t have known. So it wasn’t a shock to me when my next door neighbor consistently had people coming in and out of her apartment. She’s a therapist and I meet her in her apartment so whose to say other people don’t meet her there too. I mean I started seeing her via FT because of social distancing, but maybe people needed to see her in person...practicing good mental health, whatever that looks like for you, is still important during this pandemic, perhaps even more important. So anyways, I really didn’t pay it any mind. Well, about a month in to quarantine I was on FT with my neighbor friend, hmmm lets call her Olie. So Olie and I were having a little virtual happy hour making tiktoks and just talking shit like we always do. Speaking of which, I’m not stressing myself out trying to learn the Savage remix dance, y’all can keep it. We started talking about quarantining and how it’s getting difficult and I said “shit not for my neighbor, she’s consistently had someone in her apartment on a daily basis.” Now, lets take a second and pause….this could be time for a good lesson for someone. Was it my place to say that? No probably not, but it happened so quickly and innocently. Now, you’re probably thinking, Alyn wtf?! Have you ever heard of thinking before you speak? Yes guys, I know, BUT tbh, I hate that saying. If I think before I speak I’m filtering myself to the world and I feel like as long as I’m not hurting anyone I should just be able to present myself in my truest form, so rarely do I ever think before I speak. Anyways, when I made that comment, Olie honestly didn’t say much so I thought it was over. She literally just responded on some, damn that’s crazy, shit. So you know, conversation over in my mind. Moving tf on. Welp, obviously that’s not how it went. So fast forward to about two weeks ago I get a FT call from Olie. Her energy seemed off from the jump. She called me but it seemed like I was the one keeping the conversation going so eventually I asked her if everything was okay and she said she’s glad I asked…now, I’m not gonna lie. I was a little irritated because girl…why did I have to be the one to ask? Why couldn’t she just say she needed to talk to me about something, you know what I mean? So anyways, she proceeds to tell me that she did something she shouldn’t have and she started apologizing repetitively…Damn, this is such a long story and I’m getting tired lol. Plus it’s Taco Tuesday and ya girl is hungry. Don’t be mad but, I’m going to split it up. I tell you guys more tomorrow!
