There was a little disturbance at the complex. I have no idea what happened or where it came from. Heard loud voices when I was coming back from the dumpster. Saw Michael checking it out and I went and checked it out. Seems Bianca was having words with some people we didn't know. So we went back to Michael's quad as it wasn't our circus or our monkeys. Didn't need us there.
The yellers all left. Cool. Quietness. We talked about work and kids. Then Greg and Kristie came out so we moved to their quad...more places to sit. Talked about work and kids and music. Just hanging out.
Then Bianca and John came back a couple hours later. She was still in rare (ha) form. I asked her niece if she was carrying a dog (she was in a pillow) and Bianca told me to mind my own business. Excuse me. Yup. Wow. And with that I said good night. I'm not walking on egg shells nor am I going to get in an argument over a dog in a pillow. I was the ONLY sober adult and knew when it was time to leave.
This little incident changed my perspective a bit. It had already been changing, but this gave it a quicker push. Apartment living is transient. I'm not making great lifelong friends here. But I do live here for now and it is my and the littles' community. Trying to at least get along with my neighbors. Shoot even Josh and I have an understanding. But that doesn't mean that I have to accept rudeness that was uncalled for. I don't care who Bianca was angry with. I thought we had a nice apartment friendship going on, but I learned different. I don't care who you are angry with....I get to choose my own apartment friends. Want to be mad at me for talking to people you are upset with.....oh well. Not playing games. Staying out of all the drama (except the bike thing and I have to fix that).
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