neighbours

i have three neighbours that talk, and sometimes smile.
Actually, apt 18 can't stop smiling. You know how there are certain words in the english language that are custom-made for people; the word "gushing" was signature-branded, tailor-cut for her. she is one of those beautiful people who is always with beautiful people, and whenever we bump in the dialysis center or on the wards or in the parking lot or in the elevator she "gushes". at first it was "warmth" for me. for some ethereal reason she seemed bent on befriending me and hanging out and taking my number and even on knocking on my door (she clearly knocked on the wrong door as the guy who lives opposite me is now her boyfriend). even as i write this the inescapable sense of guilt looms over me but i have given her the benefit of the doubt an innumerable number of times so guilt, be gone with you! so she took my number a thousand and one times. she greets me like a best friend when we bump. she tells me about her personal life randomly, in public, just after the sentence "oh we should definitely hang out!". and we've gone dancing in our plans more friday nights than there are in a month. at this point you are bound to think me passive or antisocial or plain old mean because, well, because i could get off my high horse and call her MY-SELF.
and so i did. it just never happens. so i came to realise that the envelope comes with her. the envelope that she feels compelled to open and gushes certain nothings that will make the moment pass in a festive joyous friendly atmosphere, and nothing more. so my apt 18 neihbour makes much ado about nothing, and one day (i do like her though, just a feeling that she's a kind person if only she didn't give in to unwritten, unnecessary social fetterings) i will tell her the BIG "no" and tear the misty envelope and its lacy syrupy words into little bits of paper big enough to be scooped up and recycled (sorry, tangent!)
Gush Gush Gush
More about the other 2 talking smiling neighbours soon.
gotta go now.