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Well, they finally rented the studio apartment behind me. . .to a MORNING person!!!!!!!! How do I know this? Let me count the ways.
First clue is that I'm working on this blog at 9:58am on a Sunday morning. And not just any Sunday morning, but my very first Sunday morning after quitting my crack of dawn job. I was out until 2:00 celebrating last night with friends. I should be sleeping right now. Really, I should.
Unfortunately I was jolted out of sleep at an ungodly 8:20am by a loud, deep, booming voice coming right through my wall. Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset with the New Guy. He's not doing anything wrong. I'm sure he's speaking in a perfectly normal tone of voice, and I'm even more certain that he has absolutely no idea that he'll never have a private conversation again. I'm pretty sure the property management company left that part out of the glowing ad copy.
In any case, I think I'll probably like him. I know enough about him already. Turns out his new apartment is about the size of the master bedroom at his old place. He looked at several in the neighborhood and this was by far the best option. He really likes that the fixtures are all original - the place still has the old tile, old cabinets, old doorknob handles. He hates the parking here though and hopes getting a place without a garage wasn't a mistake. He's jealous of the rest of us, because the bigger apartments come with garages.
I know how many bottles of wine he bought for a friend's potluck. I know about his paranoid former roommate. I know who he voted for in the primary, and I know what he feels are the pros and cons of the candidates. I know a lot more that I won't post on the internet because, well, he didn't sign a consent form and neighborly gossip isn't what this is about anyway.
My point is, he had a friend over to show him the new apartment. At 8:20am. The last person who lived there was one of my best friends. She understood the "wall thing" to the point where she never let her microwave beep before noon. I love her!
But she's gone now, lost to co-habitation with a really cool guy. Happy for her, sucks for me. I'm going to have to go over at some point and have "the talk" with the New Guy. Ugh. Not pleasant, but I'm sure he deserves to know that nothing that happens in there is sacred. I'd want to know, wouldn't you?
But I definitely need some coffee first.
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A DSPSer here. For your consideration. Sometimes extreme morning types can be more understanding of DSPS than normal, flexible types.
My boss is way morning type. Gets up at 5:30, doesn't mind 4:30. That's a.m., that is :-) So, never having read up nor thought a lot about it, he intuitively understands that there is such a thing as circadian rhythms and that they can be confining. He can't always participate in evening activities as he knows he may fall asleep in the theater, over a beer or visiting his mother-in-law.
I've asked him how he'd do having to be at work at 1 a.m., with all his co-workers believing that to be a normal and attainable time. He understood immediately and has shown a lot more interest (and less skepticism) than other colleagues.
I've blogged DSPS too, tho not actively lately, here:
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-EkVtCKc_dqe59aJ1wEY-?p=2
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