Thinking
07-28-2010, 02:42 PM
There's something unnerving about being alone in home knowing that beloved husband would spend the night with his friends.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm free to wear my hair in an offensively spiky ponytail or that I can wear bathroom slippers around the rooms without judgment...hmm....
It's very quiet...save for the sound of traffic outside my window and the soft humming of the birds one can listen near my bedroom window.
Of course I'm not really alone....
The janitorial people had make its round on my floor (they knocked the door and asked me to give them the trash bin).
And outside my window I can see another building…some of whose windows are lit.
I always have this vague feeling that people are there…sitting at their computers or watching TV or cooking….occasionally glancing over to my building and wondering if there are people here.
I wonder if they can see me…with my offensively spiky ponytail and bathroom slippers...hmmm
I wonder if any of them have binoculars.
I can't take credit for the binocular idea.
I remember seeing an English Movie where one resident was looking out his flats’ gallery with binoculars.
Coincidentally, another resident of other building was simultaneously looking at him through her window with binoculars.
Comedy ensued.
But really….I can't say I feel uninhibited enough to run around screaming my head off at the top of my lungs…though the next door children has been known to do that every other minute of the day.
Perhaps the craziest thing I've done is watched the nastiest movie with loud volume on TV.
And of course have "a male guest" visit me late at night...
hmm….don’t get me wrong…it was my 16 years old cousin brought me subway and the whole situation was fun...as me and my cousin ate the subway like highly uncivilized people but it's a real pain to pick up everything afterwards.
The third craziest thing is probably playing trance or rap music at full blast in my sitting late at night whilst eating up the remaining salad.
I think once....one of the building's security guards came up to investigate the noise...and upon seeing me...an elderly woman with spiky ponytail and bathroom slippers (when I opened the door for him)...went back downstairs.
But right now after all the noise I made and all the craziest things I done....the home is very quiet...rather alone.
And I am already missing my beloved husband.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm free to wear my hair in an offensively spiky ponytail or that I can wear bathroom slippers around the rooms without judgment...hmm....
It's very quiet...save for the sound of traffic outside my window and the soft humming of the birds one can listen near my bedroom window.
Of course I'm not really alone....
The janitorial people had make its round on my floor (they knocked the door and asked me to give them the trash bin).
And outside my window I can see another building…some of whose windows are lit.
I always have this vague feeling that people are there…sitting at their computers or watching TV or cooking….occasionally glancing over to my building and wondering if there are people here.
I wonder if they can see me…with my offensively spiky ponytail and bathroom slippers...hmmm
I wonder if any of them have binoculars.
I can't take credit for the binocular idea.
I remember seeing an English Movie where one resident was looking out his flats’ gallery with binoculars.
Coincidentally, another resident of other building was simultaneously looking at him through her window with binoculars.
Comedy ensued.
But really….I can't say I feel uninhibited enough to run around screaming my head off at the top of my lungs…though the next door children has been known to do that every other minute of the day.
Perhaps the craziest thing I've done is watched the nastiest movie with loud volume on TV.
And of course have "a male guest" visit me late at night...
hmm….don’t get me wrong…it was my 16 years old cousin brought me subway and the whole situation was fun...as me and my cousin ate the subway like highly uncivilized people but it's a real pain to pick up everything afterwards.
The third craziest thing is probably playing trance or rap music at full blast in my sitting late at night whilst eating up the remaining salad.
I think once....one of the building's security guards came up to investigate the noise...and upon seeing me...an elderly woman with spiky ponytail and bathroom slippers (when I opened the door for him)...went back downstairs.
But right now after all the noise I made and all the craziest things I done....the home is very quiet...rather alone.
And I am already missing my beloved husband.