Last night around midnight my neighbors on the 8th floor came home with their crew in tow, smoking out their apt window while talking extremely loud about a train ride they were going to take. The voices woke me from a dead sleep piercing through my earplugs and interrupting my dream in progress. My dream was not anything important something mundane never the less I jumped up and went to the spare room for refuge. Refuge was not to be found as the voices were resonating through my entire loft! Again I jumped up looking out my window and found who it was I threw open the window and shouted “Oye! Do you mind I need to be up in the morning” The voices continued uninterrupted. E-ff this I thought to myself. I called the front desk and told the guard at the desk what was going on. He said, "Sorry I don’t speak English"… (Wow! What is this frustration in my mind right now?! )
I slowly say, "NOISE APT #807!" The non-English speaking guard at the front desk said in response “Ok, I go see." and hung up.
The guard must have had some kind of effect on the kids in #807 because the voices stopped and when I got up a few hours later for a bathroom break their apt was dark. This however did not keep my mind from fantasizing about smashing a brick into the kid’s head that was sitting in the window without exercising any volume control on his conversation. I laugh at my mind because I had to admit to myself as nice as it would feel to take my frustrations out on this kids head it would not solve the problem, it would spring up in another part of the apt building with another group of kids. This is the true nature of DTLA, more like the pig sty that is DTLA - a bunch of USC frat kids living the dream. God help me and PLEASE don’t lend me a gun…
Vedanta says we should counter act anger with love. Love for who? Love for what? I see that I should not have an aversion to my angry thoughts instead I choose to sit with them and let them dissolve in their own time. I have love for the experience as it is forcing me to grow and move out of an area that no longer serves my growth, now I need to find a real home.
So what’s next? Will it be Korea town, Los Feliz or Hollywood Hills? I have to admit I have fear… I surrender to the Universe.