Junk

When I came home from a long day out on Saturday, my neighbors still had a pile of trash sitting outside their door. For days, it was the first thing I saw when I walked onto my floor. I couldn't avoid it. And they make a habit of leaving junk outside their door, even with a trash chute at the end of the hallway.

Rent is way too high this area for residents to have to put up with junk - of any kind.

I feel the same way about women who show their junk. There are often girls in the bars that show a little too much butt crack and tits. I've heard of skinny mirrors, but not ones that mask junk.

And when I was leaving the grocery store yesterday, a man had just stepped out of his SUV and was adjusting his junk inside his white soccer uniform. Those shorts were so tight you could see everything.

These people haven't figured out that junk isn't sexy.

But physical junk is different than emotional junk. Sometimes people just have to let your problems all hang out. That's okay to a certain extent. The other night, when my friend dragged me into the restaurant, I walked up on my other friend unloading her most recent emotional junk on a guy who was almost a perfect stranger. She told him about how her now ex boyfriend disappeared a couple of days before her birthday, didn't show up for her birthday eve party and was still absent the next day. That sucks. And it seems to have made her finally realize he's a loser. Speaking of junk, she got rid of the stuff her ex left in her apartment.

Another friend unloaded some old junk about his ex wife after the birthday party Saturday night. She ended up having a fling with one of his best friends and it clearly still bothers him. That sucks too.

Junk - both physical and emotional - seems to more likely show up along with alcohol. So single girls, when you have a few drinks, watch your own junk, and put a limit on others'. It doesn't take much to overflow.

Love to the single girls,
Addison