when you live in an apartment complex, you either get really lucky or you get the stubby end of the stick when it comes to the neighbors.
when we first moved in, the tenant below us was (catch the past tense?) an old man. like, super old. apparently he lived here, in the same unit, for almost 15 years. and then, this one time, when i left to go back to san francisco and chris was off somewhere in the pacific ocean "fishing", or something, we came back and they were moving all his stuff out. but i didn't see him? i don't know what happened to him. i'm thinking he might've passed away but i'm too scared to ask because then i'd be sad.
a couple weeks later, i watched a woman in her mid-20's and her family move her stuff into the once upon a 15 years time old man's space. chris and i often cross paths with her and her life partner (yes, she's a lesbian... and her partner looks just like justin bieber, actually) but i don't think i've ever had a real substantial conversation with her. minus her thinking sharkdog is cute because she tells me when we pass each other.
if you've done the whole apartment thing before, you also know that the walls are pretty much as thin as toilet paper. everyone can hear you. but the good thing about this complex is that the walls are pretty thick. people can only hear you if your windows are open and because the weather in portland has been scary nice, everyone's windows have been open. everything is fair game around here right now.
it was probably 10:30 at night the other night, when i heard female voices chitter chattering outside. chris was dead asleep. snoring and everything, though he'll probably deny it and say he was awake reading tolstoy.
the chitter chattering soon escalated to screaming. and then i knew what it was. the girls were in a fight. it got to the point that it woke chris up out of his deep "tolstoy reading" slumber, to which i said to his confused at the noise face, "the girls downstairs are in a fight". this was interesting to a heterosexual man. he woke right up.
we spent the next 20 minutes making up imaginary scenarios as to why they were fighting. i won't be sharing some of these scenarios because keep in mind, a straight man was playing this game of "why are the girls in a fight?" with me. it can only go so many places before getting stuck in the gutter.
and then we got all philosophical when chris said something along the lines of, "two women fighting? can you imagine? that would be like the end of the world in there". i, however, disagreed. i countered with, "at least two women would get more accomplished in an argument than two men".
the theory behind this is that i feel that women, maybe i'm just generalizing too much and maybe i'm just speaking for myself here, are more capable of "talking about their feelings" than our testosterone filled counterparts. having two women hashing it out might sound like dying chickens for an extended period of time because we all know how much some of us like to "talk" once we get the ball rolling, but i feel like at least they would be capable of "talking about their feelings".
but men? do you live with one? do you know how hard it is sometimes to get them to "talk" at all without sounding like a constipated caveman? this personally makes me feel like women should get a medal whenever a man comes out and expresses an emotion without first dragging them across the metaphorical room to get it out of them.
to be fair, i know plenty of women, including myself at one point in my life, that do not do well with the expressing of emotion. i know it essentially has nothing to do with what s e x (still don't want to be flagged as a naughty site) of the person or what type of relationship they are in, whether it be a hetero or homosexual one... but i think it brings an interesting point of communication up.
shayZ emailed me right around the time i started writing this post. she was giving me grief about how i had posted two days in a row with posts that shouldn't be counted as posts. i told her that it was a case of blog block but that i was in the process of writing one about my neighbors. long story short, shayZ agrees with manfriend. she appropriately brought up what it's like to fight with a best female friend.
i mean, i get it. fighting with your best female friend can sometimes feel like the equivalent of pulling your teeth out, but i still think that it's possible for two women to accomplish more in an argument than the other combinations. i'm not saying they would fight more or less, or about more important things, than two men or compared to that of a man and a woman. and i'm definitely not saying that fighting with your best female friend is "easy"... i'm saying that i think it's interesting that the screaming downstairs stopped within two minutes. fastest end to a screaming match i've ever listened in on.