As of today I am proud owner of a security lock on my front door, aka my bedroom door, well, you know the one. Three cheers for my landlord who installed it without charging me extra, at least that's what I think so far... Anyway, the door is "upgraded" and I even figured out how to unlock that bloody thing again after I had slightly overenthusiastically tried it out.
So that should sort out that silly someone-might-get-in-here-anytime feeling that's been sneaking up on me lately.
Too bad though that I didn't get a soundproof door instead, because I'm afraid the odd jumpiness is really down to the fact that in this house you can hear the slightest sound someone else makes. I'm fairly used to that, of course, only that now, since that D-G incident, whenever I am, say, in my bathroom, using the hairdryer and I hear a faint creaking that I can't instantly locate, my heart misses a beat. I freeze like a frightened rabbit caught in a car's headlights and have to actively convince myself that it is in fact okay to move again. And I truly am not the scaredy-cat kind, if I may say so myself. This is so annoying.
Anyhow, with that lock installed, at least now I can tell myself that whether weirdo guy be outside my door or not (and, to be fair, he hasn't shown his face up here since then), he won't be able to come inside my flat. Also, that should he appear up here again, our landlord will kick him out (that friendly reminder should be in the post by now). This might sound harsh to you, it does a bit to me too, because that guy probably can't help behaving the way he does. But still, he scared the life out of me and it makes me feel better knowing that he's been reprimanded.
So that should sort out that silly someone-might-get-in-here-anytime feeling that's been sneaking up on me lately.
Too bad though that I didn't get a soundproof door instead, because I'm afraid the odd jumpiness is really down to the fact that in this house you can hear the slightest sound someone else makes. I'm fairly used to that, of course, only that now, since that D-G incident, whenever I am, say, in my bathroom, using the hairdryer and I hear a faint creaking that I can't instantly locate, my heart misses a beat. I freeze like a frightened rabbit caught in a car's headlights and have to actively convince myself that it is in fact okay to move again. And I truly am not the scaredy-cat kind, if I may say so myself. This is so annoying.
Anyhow, with that lock installed, at least now I can tell myself that whether weirdo guy be outside my door or not (and, to be fair, he hasn't shown his face up here since then), he won't be able to come inside my flat. Also, that should he appear up here again, our landlord will kick him out (that friendly reminder should be in the post by now). This might sound harsh to you, it does a bit to me too, because that guy probably can't help behaving the way he does. But still, he scared the life out of me and it makes me feel better knowing that he's been reprimanded.
I hate being so jumpy. I love my flat and I intend to keep on loving it. So there.
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