I have a long and storied past when it comes to neighbours and while this isn’t the worst street I’ve lived on, problem neighbours still abound.
The cop killer/armed robber/ heroin addict. ( Who died. Right across the street. From an over dose. Thirty days after being released from prison. Awaiting trial for new charges of armed robbery)
The family next door who expected we’d all be BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!11 but then told anyone who would listen that we were unfriendly simply because we kept to ourselves and then accused us of being racist. All the while asking extremely nosy questions about our finances and life AS well as unabashedly trying to look in our windows to snoop.
And then these guys- the assholes who have outdoor parties ALL SUMMER LONG, from Tuesday to Saturday and blast awful music on their outdoor speakers accompanied by out of key sing -alongs.
About a month ago, it looked like they were moving! I didn’t get my hopes up because I’d thought this before. They’re the type who have friends and relatives moving in and out all the time. One never really knows who hell lives there at any one time.
But then one day, POOF, they were all gone. And the home’s owner was there doing work and contractors were brought in and my hopes and dreams for one quiet evening in my meditation garden came back to life!
Until a familiar black SUV pulled up, and an old familiar face came walking up the sidewalk with a box in his arms.
I was just stepping out onto my porch and my heart sank when I realized what was up. I stood there, openly scowling with a mix of disbelief, horror and open animosity.
Well. They must have felt my rage and before I could conceal my true emotions, they looked up, right at me, glaring away at them. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Caught in the act!
I kind of feel like an asshole but also kind of not. I stand by my feelings.
I am more concerned that I’m losing my filter. That’s the REAL fuck up.
Have you ever had a moment of unfiltered honesty? Or do you have a firm hold on your emotional reactions no matter what?