I Think Someone Does Not Like Me

I was sitting, as the clock was approaching midnight, watching The Simpsons when I heard a massive explosion that ended with glass crashing towards the ground smashing into the sidewalk. The sound was sharp, fast and incredibly frightening. My whole body jumped. At first, I waited to hear screams or shouts yet everything remained quiet after the glass rained down.

My living room looks out into a 'courtyard'. It is more two c-shaped building resting next to each other to make a literal square, with grass in the middle that no one, besides the super, ever enters. Its is often quiet until tonight. Thankfully my windows are double paned. After switching off my lights to have a better look into the courtyard, there was no movement but I did realize that the broken window was mine. It had to be a rock, a gun or something hurled at my window. Yet the second pane did not break, thankfully.

Many months back, I was sitting sitting with my old friend Matt, who was living in New Jersey at the time, catching up since we had not seen each other in some time. We were drinking beers, having some smokes when we heard something being tossed at my window. It sounded as if someone was throwing pebbles, possibly rocks, at my window. Just like tonight, we turned off the lights and looked out the window to find no movement. From that point on, nothing ever happened.

I live in a quiet building. I have never had any trouble so I do not ever feel threatened. The experience with Matt was the first time I felt as if someone was being aggressive to some degree. I admit I am a minority in my building being one of the very few white people but that has never bothered me. I have always felt people were friendly with me, offered me respect and that I should not worry about anything. Until tonight.

I cannot help but think something was shot at my window. The collision with the glass was aggresive and obviously had enough force to shatter glass. I wonder if it was someone in any of the dozens of windows that have a clear view of my window. I hope it was bored kids with a BB gun and chose one window at random. I have done incredibly idiotic actions in my youth and I would like to believe that it is something similar. However, with me being, a minority I cannot help but think I was picked intentionally, possibly from seeing me in my window. It is funny that something like this is happening at this time. I am in the midst of signing a lease for me to stay in the apartment because the rent is wonderful for the size of the apartment.

There are so many theories, ideas, fears of why and how this has happened. With my couch only feet from my window I am simply grateful the window did not shatter completely with endless amount of shards of glass exploding into the back of my head and neck.

All I do know is I know I will not be sleeping well tonight and that I wish I had more beer.