It was brought to my attention that you are a regular visitor to my page, so I figured that warranted your very own post. I discovered that you enjoy reading my material after my young son notified me. How did he know? Well, it turns out you enjoy gossiping with your own young child about people you don’t know and things you don’t understand, telling your child Lord knows what about me. Very mature of you to teach a child that talking poorly about people so openly, especially people you don’t know, is an acceptable thing to do. And before you call me a hypocrite, this is my page where I get to say what I want, and the things here aren’t shared with my ten-year-old, because I’m a good parent.
It’s a bit confusing how you can dislike someone you’ve never bothered to speak to and who has never done anything to you. We gave up waving and saying hello to you a few months after moving in because your phone and/or cigarettes always seemed to hold your attention better than the world around you. Even though you ignored our attempts to be friendly, we still waved here and there. I can only assume that the reason you decided to act like a bratty teenager was because of my personal nightmare neighbor who has nothing better to do than call the police on me for parking in my driveway, threaten me with physical violence, and then spread nonsense down the street to make herself look like a wounded princess. It would make sense that two weak-minded people would band together though, so I can’t say that I’m surprised.
I have never complained to you or elsewhere when your kids are screaming at each other at all hours, nor have I complained to you or elsewhere when your dog gets loose in surrounding yards. I don’t “have it out” for people I live near, spending all my free time plotting ways to make their lives miserable. You want to know why that fragile Princess is complaining about me? Because she’s wrong, I am right, and she can’t stand it. She hates being proved wrong. She hates the fact that I enjoy my privacy and don’t want her kids using my yard and driveway as a playground, or bouncing balls off of my house. She hates the fact that she failed as a pet owner and we weren’t afraid to call her on it (I mean, who leaves a dog out in the cold, freezing rain with the lights off? That’s just cruel). She hates that I don’t buy her “charming victim” act like so many other people do. She hates that her boyfriend’s “we were here first” argument is bullshit that I’m not standing for. If complaining about me makes her feel better about her miserable existence, I say go for it. And you too!
Should I feel honored that you come here to read my page day after day? I’ve personally never been so curious about a stranger, especially one who lives in such close proximity that I could pop my head outside at any moment if I had a question, that I’ve hopped on Google to find them. I’ve certainly never been so obsessed that I’ve found said stranger’s online information and then proceeded to spend hours upon hours reading through it. And I’ve definitely been so crazed about that stranger that I’ve discussed them with my young child, teaching that child that being a petty gossiping fool is a good way to live life. If you haven’t noticed, I enjoy keeping to myself. It’s only when provoked, I have to come out of my cozy little world and set things straight.
I tried my best with that little Princess who thinks I’m the devil. I let a lot of things slide, telling myself that it’s not worth bringing up and to let it go. That was until Princess accused me of yelling at her kid, approaching me by saying “did we do something to offend you?” and refusing to listen to anything I had to say because her precious children would never lie when they are caught doing something wrong. The other shoe dropped when Princess and her Knight in Shining Hoodie had their drunk party guests on my property, leaving cigarette butts and other trash in my yard. Quite honestly, I should have called the police, considering how loud they were and how many new colorful words my son could hear through the closed window, but I let it go. It was a learning experience; I learned that it was in my best interest to stop trying to be nice to someone who has zero respect for other people if they aren’t interested in kissing her entitled prissy ass.
There are many differences between you and I, but one key difference is that I am minding my own business as best as I can. I’m not seeking out people to annoy, I’m not teaching my children to be dicks to others, and I’m not posting petty nonsense on a neighborhood website. I’m not the one allowing her children to bother other neighbors. I’m not the one having loud parties. I’m not the one littering my cigarette butts and beer bottles everywhere. I’m not the one letting her dog bark outside unattended while I update my Facebook. I’m not the one blocking mailboxes or parking in front of other people’s homes. I’m not the one acting like a pathetic unpopular high school girl by spreading lies like a disease throughout the neighborhood in a sad attempt to make myself feel better. I’m not the one obsessing over other people, staring at my phone or laptop for hours as I try to delve into their lives through whatever I can find online. If you come into my personal space without permission, I take steps to remove you and then I go about my business. Simple as that.
Thankfully, my child is wise enough to recognize stupidity when he sees it and isn’t about to buy into your crap. Your decision to involve your child, and in effect involve mine, fortunately managed to slide right off of his back because he is smart enough to see how petty and childish your behavior is. Getting a preteen to fight an imaginary battle for you? Come on now. Taking sides in an imaginary battle for the street? Ridiculous. I can only imagine how you must live the rest of your life if this is how you act towards someone you don’t even know. Looking back, I’m grateful you never waved back to us or engaged us, because I would not be caught dead associating with someone on your level. I prefer to stay out of the dirt.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, and I hope it encourages you to find a healthier hobby and get the fuck off of my website. Perhaps you get a library card and find some good books to read? Maybe take up crocheting? Go on a nice long walk? Find something better to do with your time than discuss my family and poison your child’s mind. Mind your own damn business, because that’s what I’ve been doing and it works wonders. You are barely a blip on my radar, and once I post this, you will again cease to exist in my world. You are less than a gnat to me. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Neighbors don’t all have to be best friends, we just have to respect the laws and boundaries and personal space of others. Stay out of my orbit and I stay out of yours. Simple. Oh, and next time you see your privileged princess friend, blow her a kiss for me, will you?
p.s. if you’re thinking of retaliating on the neighborhood page, think again. The site is VERY clear on what constitutes harassment and I will not hesitate to report you and contact the proper authorities in order to shut you down. You want to have a say? Say it right here or grow a pair and come say it to my face.
Posted on April 5, 2016, in Crazy People, Friends and/or Enemies, Uncategorized and tagged child, children, family, friendly, gossip, mean, neighbor, neighborhood, people, petty, princess, rude, stupid, teenager. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.