Daily Archives: May 6, 2017
I haven’t participated in Illustration Friday in years. I thought I might get back to it. This is a piece that used to hang over my art table.
You can see more rebellious art here.
People, apartment living ain’t for wimps. ESPECIALLY sketchy apartment living! I jumped into this place because it was a one bedroom as opposed to a studio that was in my price range and I didn’t really take a good look around first and honey, have I lived to regret that. There is every kind of noise here, from trashy car-revving noise to babies crying to kids screaming to neighbors screaming at each other to bongos being played to LOUD SEX, oh how I cringe at hearing other people’s sex! The neighbor above me is particularly inconsiderate and seems to think he lives on an island and can do any-damn-thing he wants at any-damn-time he wants, and let me tell you, my hostility level is through the roof! Up to now, I have taken the path of least resistance, for the most part. Granted, I did knock on his door four times when he was playing music that sounded like hammers coming through the ceiling, and he didn’t answer the door, and I did call the cops on him. But since then, I’ve tried to bury my head in the sand, afraid to say anything to the landlord, afraid he’d offer to let me out of my lease, treat ME like the problem.
Cut to the now, where I’m at my wits end, having been woken up in the middle of the night too many times to count by the loser upstairs. You and I both know that a Bipolar person needs their damn sleep! Last night was the last straw. So today I put on my big-girl panties, and sent the landlord a longgg text outlining my grievances with the guy upstairs (no, not God, literally the guy upstairs). After all this time and all this agonizing, the landlord got right back to me and said “This is not ok. I was not aware. I will intervene for you.” Just like that!
Soooo what’s the lesson? Sometimes ya just gotta stand up for yourself. ESPECIALLY when you’re feeling victimized. And being woken up out of a sound sleep was making me feel bad, let me tell you. Will it happen again? Probably. Will I take it lying down. HELL NAH!! I’m on the self-care train now. Git yer buns on it with me! Fire! That’s why they call me Bipolar on FIRE!!
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