Toxic Relationships I have to listen to and how to be poor.

I have a headache.

No, its not because of the lack of caffeine I actually have a decent cup of iced coffee that I made from the nights previous but from the obscure amount of fighting going on just a flight above. As with all passive aggressive Seattlites i've taken part to vaguebooking about the situation and making the slight clucking noise with my tongue to ensure the rest of my empty apartment just how annoyed I truly am.

Thus accomplishing nothing.
What kind of right would I have to go up there myself and let them have it? Hand them a pamphlet for couples counseling and kindly shut the door in their faces. I obviously dont know the situation, however unfortunately this lovely couple and their friends, one of them with im sure is named "Bryan" has made it their duty to let everyone  know that they are indeed in a lovers squabble.

I remember those fights, I remember those fights because they would seemingly go on forever and this one went on from 6pm to 2 in the morning where I was tossing and turning trying to dream of sweet things when her piercing cry came through the window. Sniffling and being comforted by a woman she told her how "unfair" he was being and how fucked up the situation was.

I feel like a shitty investigative reporter who is giving an analysis based on a radio show she heard.

I am on two uneven planes, one wanting to risk the pummeling of a probable fist by simply crying out "Shut the fuck up." and the other wanting to knock on their door or leave a note.

This is a funky situation that no one would give two thoughts about in New York. Oh, passivity.

If anything these past couple of days have taught me to be patient with the mornings and more so with my evenings.

I've been taking to making fresh coffee and storing it in the fridge. For making cake and saving it over a course of a week so i have something sweet without spending much more money. For buying food that sustains me and listening to the way the rain sounds when it hits the floor immediately adjacent to my window. I can appreciate the laughter that comes with greeting K.P with a iced coffee and hugging bethany after not seeing her for a while.

I have had to give myself a silent mantra of enjoying my single life instead of wishing I were in something I am not, of thanking the stars that I'm not stuck in a rut relationship where all I want to see is an exit sign.

Maybe I have dillusions of grandeur like Jarrett said.
Or maybe im just in self preservation mode but for the moment its quieter.

I would rather be here, happy, quiet and silently tapping on my keyboard then thinking that its better to be in a toxic relationship.