Sunday, 28 March 2010
Do you Believe in Karma?
There are a few things you learn when you live in residence. Tolerance is one of them...Patience is another...Learning to bite your tongue is probably another BIG one. After all, you never really know who your neighbours might just turn out to be.
For the first half of last year, I wanted to scream every night, because I lived next to a typical jock. He drank non-stop, he partied non-stop, and he spoke almost exclusively in 3-words ("what's up dude?" "how's it going?" etc) and after every party, he would apologise. I got so fed-up after the 2nd month of being kept up till 3-4am, I snapped at him and walked away. Not funny at all, because there was a broken window one night, a broken nose another night, and I don't-know-what else.
I finally moved out, and lived next door to a very quiet girl, Gail, and her equally quiet brother next door, whom till now we're friends.
And then came this year, where Gail and I got separated by a girl in between the two of us (we're sandwiching her). The girl-next-door was a nice thing, but holy smokes, her music was the bane of my residence-living. She loves to blast it, and it was so loud, that no matter how much I banged on her door, she won't hear me. I've tried, trust me. She has not heard me. I always say I will confront her nicely, but when you're hammering a door, how calm can you be? The result? I get so pissed off, I slam the door and leave my room in frustration.
Now I have very early morning schedules, and I usually take great pains to be quiet, but when people are not considerate with me, I just don't bother to be extra extra extra quiet too! After all, the number of times I have been jolted out of my sleep by that dratted music, and the number of times I have lost out on my afternoon naps when I could have had one...
Well, anyway, the girl-next-door had an injury the other night that required her to get some rest. I was feeling very sympathetic and empathetic, and the whole nine yards. And then apparently, I heard she complaint that residence was too noisy.
Irony isn't it?