I may have learned various things about my neighbors by listening through the walls, staring out the windows at them out and about in the complex or just simply running into them (literally) in the hallway. But if I’ve been logging interesting tidbits about them, there’s no doubt they have, perhaps unconsciously or without wanting to, learned certain things about me the same way. Which makes me wonder what I’ve been up to around the apartment when I forget I’m not the only one in the building. Here’s what I’ve compiled:
I talk to myself a lot, usually in a British accent. Lots of people talk to themselves- although most people keep it to an internal conversation- but I’ve somehow managed to take it a step further and have customized it to become my own signature weirdness. But anyone who thinks it’s weird is just jealous of my impeccable British accent. Or is actually British.
I love to sing. I’m always singing in the house, as well as the hallways. With the acoustics in the stairwells, it wouldn’t surprise me if others can hear me.
I’m (somewhat) fashionable. I can sometimes be heard clomping around the hallways and parking lot in heels and boots. True, there are plenty of days I’d gladly choose flats or flip-flops over the high maintenance of dressier shoes, but overall I do have a sense of style.
I talk to my cat in a very high-pitched voice. Anyone within a hundred-foot radius of my front door would know this for sure; I consistently greet my cat with my signature “baby!” upon entering the house- and she’s always there waiting for me, so my door is usually still open when I screech my hello.
I also talk to my cat like she’s a person. I have friends and family over, but I’m usually home alone a lot. So to fill the void (and to give myself a break from having to listen to myself), I sometimes talk to my cat. As if she understands. And will answer. Usually she responds by continuing to snooze away or, if she’s awake, by licking her butt.
I recycle. I take my recycling out about once a week. Fortunately, there are receptacles by the dumpster, so I make a trip down there with my bins, walking through the parking lot for anyone to see.
I really like coupons. I will even dig through the newspaper recycling bin to snatch other people’s tossed goodies. Hey, if they don’t want them, why shouldn’t I have them?
I’m sure there are other things I’m oblivious to that I do when I forget others are nearby, but most of it is harmless. Let’s just hope there are no serious creepers with binoculars trying to see through the cracks in my curtains.