A friend to strangers

Granted I cuss quite a bit, but it's more in my head. When I do say something profane outloud I try to soften the blow by saying F-ing Shite or something. So while this may be hypocritical I do have a problem with hearing other people cuss non-stop.

You see I live in a quaint and generally quiet neighborhood downtown. The problem is that sound waves on my street bounce off the old brick walls and constructively interfere into larger waves, so much that a simple conversation 4 stories below is overheard in my apartment as if the people talking are in standing right in front of me.

I did hear a fantastic argument a few months ago between a couple. It actually sounded like LegalSeafoods yelling at me. "Why would you do that? Why would you flirt with another guy right in front of me? I feel like I'm the emotional one in this relationship. What do you want? TELL ME... what do you want?!!!"

Anyways, so I'm sitting in my common room pretending to go over some clinical vignettes when I hear this girl start bitching about booking her plane ticket for the wrong day. She goes back and forth from English to Spanish, dropping F-bombs like it is the word of the day.

I can't help but stop what I'm doing and listen because it feels like she is ranting to me, the good friend willing to listen.

In her rant she managed to resolve her own issue by deciding to call the airlines tomorrow. As much I wanted to tell her the cussing wasn't necessary, I decided to keep my mouth shut... cos I'm a fabulous friend.