Reprieve

It turns out that my coworker’s flight back home was cancelled because of the snow, and they can’t get another flight until Thursday. That means I can stay here tonight and tomorrow night as well! I’m glad, because I went back to my apartment earlier, and the upstairs neighbor was watching a loud movie that might as well have been playing in my bedroom. Can’t stand it… can’t stand it…

I think I’ll have a good case to break my lease, since this problem doesn’t seem to be getting fixed. Hmm… I think I’ll look for a place in Brooklyn. I’m tired of New Jersey. But wherever I live, I’d at least like a quieter apartment. Is that too much to ask for? I don’t think so.

I have to start listening to my gut. I have to start doing what makes me happy. I have to realize that I won’t be punished for trying to have some personal happiness; that Fate is an ancient, worn out concept; that there’s nobody out there with any power over me. I’m an adult. I have nobody to please. No longer should I suffer for the sheer dignity of suffering.