Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#16-Difficult Days
I remember when I couldn’t find my phone charger, any of them, and left the house with a phone that was less then halfway charged
then there was theday when somebody was rushing down the stairs at the train station and they nearly shoved me head first down the long metal staircase-
my neighbor is nice to me because she think I’m the one who complained about the noise coming out of her apartment but the truth is we all got reminder letters about noise and not smoking on our decks and she’s just paranoid but now she smiles and waves and makes chit chat so I won’t snitch to the manager her daughter and her boyfriend blasting their stereo at three in the morning and fighting with each other in the parking lot at midnight.
Like I care, I can sleep through an atomic blast and when I’m writing a plane could crash into my living room and I wouldn’t hear that either.
Sometimes the people I know say things that are so off the charts weird that I tilt my head to the side like my dog and I hope to God I don’t drop my mouth open and let my tongue hang out like he does, but it wouldn’t surprise me if I did.
Those were the bad days, the days that tested me and made me wish I was a drinking woman or smoked weed. They actually used to stress me out a little.
Now days, though- oh yes, the days we’ve been having make me ready to strike a bargain with a wayward devil to have those days back . Life was so simple and boring and uneventful.
If they ever come back, I’m never going to take them for granted again and I’ll probably even enjoy them.