Last week, I predicted that I would either be bummed but chill or happy but stressed.
Oh, my sweet Summer child.
Somehow, I didn’t account for the possibility that I’d be bummed and stressed, but here we are!
To make a long story short, that freelancing gig is taking forever, and the dude who lives directly above me has started blasting the same bodega-top-40 playlist (by which I mean the set of songs that are currently playing in bodegas) for at least five hours every. Single. Day. And, to be clear, as a Puerto Rican man, I have nothing against reggaetón, bachata, etc. But when it’s muffled by a ceiling, primarily what you get are percussions. And the percussions are extremely formulaic for each type of Latin music.
Which means that it sounds like the same five songs are on loop for (again, at best) five hours every day. On Friday, the loop was playing from 4pm to 2am.
Now, I would like to clarify first that I am not exaggerating.
But, on top of that, I think I’ve just become especially susceptible to noise. Whether it’s because I’m just a quiet dude who doesn’t like loud noises because of his past, or because I’m just physically wired to dislike noise, I dunno. I am not a “cover my ears when trains pull into a station” person. But I am, 100%, a “please stop blasting your music–it’s 12am on a Thursday and I’m trying to write” person.
Who is stuck in a room during COVID where he has no lease and literally can’t go upstairs to confront a dickhead who does. At best, I’ll be told to fuck off, and, at worst, I’ll have a knife put in my body (I live in a legitimately terrible neighborhood).
What I’m saying here is, I managed to get some light graphic design work done at the beginning of the week, but then started getting headaches and ultimately switched to zero-fucks mode, tanking the rest of the week playing Slay the Spire.
Yesterday, I splurged on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, and today–for the first time in a week–the dickhead upstairs didn’t play music at all, so there is hope for next week.
But, for me, today’s vibe is still “what-the fuck-ever.”
Which means I needed a break from the blog too.
I will be back next week, of course, and, hopefully, I’ll be able to develop the topic I have into a weird post.
Until then, take care. And if you live somewhere safe and quiet, just take a minute today to sit down with a coffee or tea at a window, and enjoy the underrated freedom of inviolable thought.
2 thoughts on “My Valentine’s Day Gift to Myself: A Break”
I’m very lucky to have control over my creative environment. I hope that soon you are able to find a place that suits your needs.
Me too, man. And thank you.
The dude seriously started at 1pm today, so hears to hoping those headphones work.