Living in NY has its merits but honestly I thank God every night for getting me back home safely (they do say it's safer than most cities, though, just how they think that, i dont know). I don't have any self-defense "weapon" so I always have my key ready when I'm walking alone at night even though I'm pretty sure a key is not going to do much damage when shit hits the fan. Earlier tonight as I was napping before going out (I fell asleep at work today but that's a whole different story) and woke up to a strange knocking on the door, which seemed to have lasted about 3-5 minutes. I live on the 5th floor, and people have to ring the bell to get into the building. Granted I was by myself because my roommate's gone for the whole week, I seriously panicked. And at that very moment, my phone started to ring, it was The stalker! Did he somehow find out where I live through some creepy way and is calling to see if I'm in the apt or not??? I quickly turned the ringer off and played dead, hoping whoever it was would just go away (a tactic I perfected in those days when I would try to avoid my scheduled violin lessons by standing on a chair in front of the entrance door so that I could look through the peep hole and know to stay silent and not get the door if it was my violin teacher. That sometimes made my mom angry). Knocking stopped. Worked up the guts to open the door and check outside 30 minutes later with a phone attached to my ear. No one. I finally went out to meet up with a friend. Ended up being late of course...
Now I just want my roommate to come back home .