Why I Sometimes Hate Myrtle

It has been an incredibly insane weekend. Sometimes weekends are insane because you just have so many fun things planned and things you need to do that you are overwhelmed with the limited time and exhaust yourself in the process, but it's all fun. Then sometimes weekends are insane because you are faced with tragedy and have to figure things out, you are emotionally drained and have exuded all your emotional and mental energy. This particular weekend was filled with a little bit of both - making it even more impossible to get sleep.

So when I laid my head to rest at 1030 on Sunday evening, I was hoping, wishing, and praying for a good 8 hours of sleep - sleep that would prepare and rejuvenate me, and get me ready for my last week of work.

So when I was awakened at 4:00am by the sounds of Myrtle, you can imagine my complete disdain. Loud, incredibly loud music pounded it's way from a parked car on the street, up to my 3rd floor bedroom window. "It'll go away, no one can be that insensitive". It didn't. It pounded louder and louder. Obscene words started being shouted along with the deafening beat.

Is this for real?

I laid there in anger for about 3 minutes until I couldn't take it any more. I stood up and looked out the window. Found the culprit. Stood there for a good 5 minutes, imagining Samantha in Sex and the City when the noise to her window disturbed her peace. Granted I didn't live in SoHo and these weren't drag queens, but I imagined what she would have done. Eggs straight out the window and plopped right onto their heads. I thought about it. I did.

But alas didn't have the guts. So I crawled back into bed. And lie there, for the next 30 minutes, as the music and lyrics pounded into my brain, eyes wide open, sleep had completely escaped me.

Without going onto a whole other tangent about the plight of humanity, I just can't comprehend how anyone can think that it is OK to do something like that at that hour? It is a complete disregard for the inhabitants of the buildings of that street. It's so selfish and unfair. It just leaves you thinking - who do you think you are? It makes you hope that, when the time comes that you are the one whose actions are influencing others negatively (and that time will come, it always does), that you are aware enough to stop yourself, for the care and thoughtfulness of those around you. For the realization that we are all interconnected and our actions always have repercussions.