Where Are You Going? What Was That Noise?

Posted 2006.06.22 0.00 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

When I moved out of my parents’ house and into my own place a few years ago, the two questions I never wanted to hear again were “Where are you going?” and “What was that noise?”

You know, like when you are going out ‘somewhere’ at ‘three in the morning’ and you don’t want to ‘explain yourself’ to ‘anyone’. There’s just, you know, stuff to do, somewhere.

And, you know, if you have to, say, whack a piece of furniture with a hammer — or more likely, a sword, or maybe you decide to make some minor structural changes to your bedroom — again, at 3am — then there’s always someone wanting to know what that noise was.

I mean, really.

If it was something they needed to know, they’d know about it. The fireman would tell them, or the cop, or the paramedic. Someone official would show up and explain the noise to them. No officials means the noise was ‘nothing’ and they ‘shouldn’t worry about it’.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go ‘out’.