Gossip Girl of Building Seven

     I don't know how many of you have lived in an apartment complex, but it is an experience everyone should have. Especially if you live in a college town. There a few facts about apartment living that one must accept: the walls are thin so you will hear what your neighbors are doing and people will come and go at all hours no matter what day of the week. 

    In my current situation my desk, where I spend 90% of my time happen to right at the stairwell. Combine the thin walls and my convenient location and I am now the Gossip Girl on Building 7. 

     First, there was the group of three who took refuge on stairs from the gathering in their own apartment. Two girls and one guy. Girl #1 is hysterically crying (I assume alcohol was involved). While Girl #2 and Guy try to console her. As far as I could tell, Girl #1 has a baby with a guy she is no longer with. She hasn't dated since, and apparently he has. She knows that because he and his new girl were at the gathering they just came from. (where was the baby you ask, I wondered the same thing,           life mystery) 

Girl #1- I don't understand why he would bring her. I wasn't even going to say 

anything but then he got up and walked out like he didn't know me.

Girl #2- You know that's how he is. Don't let this ruin your night.

Girl #1 - Body wracking sobs. 

Girl #2- You just need to find you a real man. Someone 

who loves you and will take care of you.

Guy- I keep telling y'all to get you a real man. That's what I do. 

I don't mess around with those broke ass nigg***. 

     I think it's important to say that Guy was homosexual and seemed to be the only one of the three who had his life together. The conversation pretty much continued the same way for about an hour. Several times I thought about going out there and letting them know that their conversation wasn't private. 

    Then, let's not forget about the most recent incident. The Vomiter. Now, let's set the stage for this situation. It's a Wednesday, middle of the week. It's 9:30 at night. I'm sitting at my desk, doing homework when I hear that unmistakable sound of throwing up. This guy is really going at it. He's either in the hall or on the stairs, but he's clearly struggling. When the girl with him speaks. "It's okay, get it all out. No ones here. It's just you and me. So just get it all out of your system." 

     There are some important issues here. #1 you are not alone because I can hear you. #2 it is not okay if he is throwing up in the hall that I have to walk through. #3 it's 9:30 at night on a Wednesday, what are you doing with your life to be so drunk you're throwing up at 9:30 on a Wednesday night. 

      

     Apartment happenings have become my entertainment. I'm thinking about making a no privacy sign for the stairwell so people know I am listening to every conversation that takes place there. 

     What I've learned from this is to only whisper on the stairs, don't mess around with broke ass nigg***, and ALWAYS find the privacy of a bathroom when throwing up. 

Stay Sassy, XOXO - A.