Part 1 of my wild neighbor
Damn Iâm so glad that shits behind me.  Remember the drama I mentioned last time about my neighbor?  Itâs finally doneâŚI hope.  I know I didnât go in to too much detail last time but donât worry, Iâm about to deliver you awl the tea.  Itâs actually a good thing I didnât say too much last time though because itâs a lot deeper than I thought.  I hope you guys are doing great btw.  Alright, go grab some popcorn and get comfortableâŚIâll waitâŚyou good? Alright lets get it. SO!  Iâll 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.  Sheâs super relatable and checks a lot of the boxes I wanted in a therapist like being flexible (Iâve literally called her at 3am to chat and sheâs been completely fine with it.  Unorthodox? Perhaps, but I liked it), sheâs convenient, relatable, non judgmental and most importantly I can trust her.  Sheâs 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 itâs always a good time.  Sheâs probably my closest friend in the buildingâŚ.Iâm still a little irritated with her after all of this though, I still donât 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 Iâve obviously been home during the day which I never used to be, I used to be gone from 6am â 4pm. Thatâs 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 wouldnât have known.  So it wasnât a shock to me when my next door neighbor consistently had people coming in and out of her apartment.  Sheâs a therapist and I meet her in her apartment so whose to say other people donât 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 didnât 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, Iâm not stressing myself out trying to learn the Savage remix dance, yâall can keep it.  We started talking about quarantining and how itâs getting difficult and I said âshit not for my neighbor, sheâs consistently had someone in her apartment on a daily basis.â Now, lets take a second and pauseâŚ.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, youâre 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 Iâm filtering myself to the world and I feel like as long as Iâm 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 didnât say much so I thought it was over.  She literally just responded on some, damn thatâs crazy, shit.  So you know, conversation over in my mind. Moving tf on.  Welp, obviously thatâs 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 sheâs glad I askedâŚnow, Iâm not gonna lie.  I was a little irritated because girlâŚwhy did I have to be the one to ask?  Why couldnât 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 shouldnât have and she started apologizing repetitivelyâŚDamn, this is such a long story and Iâm getting tired lol.  Plus itâs Taco Tuesday and ya girl is hungry.  Donât be mad but, Iâm going to split it up.  I tell you guys more tomorrow! Â
