Again I know I don't know your life story, but between the 2 of us, I'm the yeller.
Like I do not have an ‘indoor voice’ half the time, so yelling is expected.
Me:
I am actually slightly tickled that I got written up by my apartment building for yelling.
Bc I have a voice now.
Alice:
I can get that! It's fun to learn something about yourself.
Me:
It’s also annoying bc he was yelling for ages before, but I guess lower octaves don’t disturb the neighbors. And also I yelled later in the evening than he did, bc I was getting more and more annoyed over the course of the evening, lol.
Alice:
Okay, that's just stupid and annoying.
Me:
You know women get that brunt…
Alice:
Oh absolutely. I was also going to guess they also probably were offended by a GIRL YELL.
Me:
Yeah, girls are not allowed to yell.
Or roller skate and smash people in the face.
Alice:
I feel like we just didn't get that memo.
I dunno. Misogyny strikes again!
I send her a picture of the beachfront view from my apartment, with Sabre looking out at the waves.
The view is stunning, but it feels like a cruel joke—beauty outside, chaos within.
Alice:
I hate you right now.
Me:
Nah, you love me.
Alice:
It’s true, bluff called.
I laugh, the kind of laughter that feels like salve on a wound. It doesn’t erase the pain, but it dulls it for a moment.