I miss my first apartment. I had more furniture, but life was simple. At least for a while.

My mistake was to help a friend out by inviting him for a beer after work. He had broken up with his girlfriend and needed a place of his own. I got him into an apartment in my building. Big mistake. The guy just couldn’t figure out how to be alone by himself. Every day just as I got home from work and sat down in my lawnchair, he’d ring my doorbell within 5 minutes wanting to hang out. It was alright for a while, but I soon got enough of socializing in all my free time. I’d rather be alone and do creative projects and such.

I told him off several times and explained how I needed personal time for myself, but he’d be back the very next day, not understanding how personal time could possibly take more than a few hours.

For the remaining time I lived there, I’d leave the door open, and just go on about my day whether or not he was around. The serenity was broken anyway.