Last Friday, I came home from work to find a passive-aggressive note.
Taped to my door from another tenant in my building, un-signed.
I had to ask around to find out who penned it. When did, I knocked on the person’s door– which was left unanswered.
To clear my head, I went for a run. By the end, I had sweated out my resentment.
I was no longer even mad!
All week, I saw that tenant coming and going– but always when I was going somewhere. It wasn’t worth being late or putting myself in a bad mood to confront it.
So I just accepted it, and let it go.
I realized that I had no obligation to react at all.
I was friendly, but did not engage beyond a brief greeting an a wave.
Today, I returned home from work very tired after a challenging day.
I sat down to finish Season Three of “Orange is the New Black,” my current obsession. Chapman is getting more evil by the episode!
Less than 45 minutes later, there was a knock at my door.
“Who’s there?” I queried. The tenant answered their name.
I took a quick minute first, then opened the door.
And they were carrying a peace offering: dinner. Covered in foil to keep it warm.
More specifically– mac n’ cheese, beans, a hot dog and chicken.
I smiled. I thanked them.
“Are you going to stop leaving me notes now, unsigned?”
They nodded, smiled, backed away toward their own apartment.
“Enjoy,” they said.
“If you’re upset, just come and talk to me,” I said. “I’m sorry. We good?”
Another head nod. A smile.
We said goodbye.
Peace had snuck up on me.
And the mac n’ cheese was brilliant.