I have no trouble admitting that quite often I place blame where blame has no business being placed. I sometimes get bent out of shape and proceed to take it out on the wrong person. I know, we all do it at one time or another, to some degree or another. I’m just taking this opportunity to freely admit that I do this.

Take this morning, for instance.

Sleeping soundly at an hour when the sun had not yet fully risen, I was awoken by the sound of a car alarm going off. Common sense instantly tells me that the vehicle’s owner had nothing to do with the setting off of his car alarm. However, after the damn thing had gone off for a good five minutes straight with no sign of the owner coming to shut it off, I found myself lying there and wondering if the owner could even hear it. In this neighborhood, there is a good chance that the owner of this vehicle parked said vehicle outside of our apartment building, but, in all actuality, is soundly asleep in his apartment building which is five blocks down the street from where he had to park.

I thought that after so many minutes the thing would either shut itself off, or the car battery would die completely and therefore, I would be able to (rejoice! and) get back to sleep. This was not happening. The alarm continued. On and on and on and on.

I quickly discovered that putting a pillow over my head wouldn’t block out the sound. Nor would two pillows, or two pillows and a blanket. It’s really hard to try and go back to sleep after being awoken in this manner with your fingers shoved in your ears.

I think it was approximately eighteen minutes into the whole ordeal that I began to truly feel psychotically angry. I began wishing terrible things on the vehicle and the vehicle’s owner. I wished that the battery would just die (already!) and that was the mildest it got. Wishing that the owner would come out to find their vehicle later this morning, not only with a dead battery, but also with smashed windows and all their shit stolen was about the worst it got. It could easily have gotten worse than that but, finally, in a sweet, sweet moment of bliss, it finally stopped.

Que the silence. It was beautiful. It was sweet. It was exquisite. It was…twenty-something minutes too late and I was totally wide awake.