Ramblings of a Crowe

Why I hate my neigbors...

(most of them, anyway...)

I've lived on the same street for almost 28 years. We moved into our house when I was 2 months old. I moved out for awhile when I grew up, but I find myself back there again, living with my parents, which is okay. I enjoy my mom and dad, despite all their irritating faults (thought I'd never hear myself say that *laughs*). My son loves living with my mom and dad too, and it's good for him being surrounded by so many people who love him. I never have to worry about him when he's with my mom or dad, and that's a relief, considering how many wierdo's there are out there (I won't leave him with a babysitter...no way in hell.) Occasionally I feel guilty about living at home at my age, but talking with my parents about it has put my mind at ease somewhat...in a strange way, we keep each other company, look out for each other, even keep each other in line. It's weird, but cool at the same time.

Anyway, when we moved in, there were only about 3 or 4 other houses in my neighborhood (we live in the sticks, mind you). It was such a quiet place, no traffic, no people, and the worse thing you had to worry about was the coyotes eating your cat. Not anymore...in the past two years, there has been about half a dozen new homes popping up alone, not to mention the two dozen or more that have appeared over the past 20 something years.

We use to be able to hear the coyotes calling each other on the game refuge which is less than a mile from my home. Pheasants lived in our back yard, toads, snakes, wood peckers, even skunks lived side by side with us. Occasionally a deer would pop up to eat breakfast with the horses in the pasture behind ours. But now it's rare to see any of these things. The huge owl (who's wing span was about the length of my height *5ft 7in*) no longer lives in our pine tree. The pheasants are gone because of the assholes who don't keep their dogs fenced in. The coyotes are rarely heard anymore...It's sad...

I love living in the country, because of how peaceful it is. I love how I could step outside and see all the animals going about their business. That's all gone now...which is to be expected, I suppose, since growth is the foundation of human kinds life. Still, it irks me to no end to watch my new neighbors speed down our little street and break neck speed, running over the squirrels and putting in their stupid half assed orchards then using "gun cannons" to scare away the birds. Yesterday, I listened all afternoon to the repeated "BOOM" of the cannon from the near by peach orchard...it pissed me off...despite me being an Agriculture major and understanding the necessity. Have those assholes every heard of netting? Honestly, cannons shouldn't be allowed within several miles of residential area's...

And my neighbors....Chriminy....I want to choke the life out of over half of them. Don't get me wrong, I have several neighbors who have known me since I was in diapers, and they are the coolest, most awesome people in the world. I love them to death and it's not uncommon to find Gary or Steve in my dad's garage using his stuff or vice versa. We don't care. Peggy and Mirian are always coming to visit and it's nice to sit down and talk with them. At Christmas time, we exchange gifts and if any of us need help, we are always extending a hand in any way we can.

However, the new neighbors...Ugh...have got to be some of the most incondisertate, ignorant idiots on the face of the earth. Not to mention arrogant and snotty, with their bible thumping values and "I go to the Mormon church therefore I am better than you ifedels" attitude. And, nothing against Mormons, since over 90 percent of my street is Mormon, but do they even bother to teach their kids manners? My street is crawling with lousy little heathen children who are nothing short of the devil's spawn...I mean, one family has five boys, who when they were small would stand on the side of the road and throw rocks at the cars as they passed by! This happened almost everyday, and even after another one of my neighbors brought it to the parents attention, the kids were STILL out there throwing rocks. Another family's little boy use to play at my house, but we stopped inviting him over when his mom would send all the younger brothers and younger sister over with him...and his younger sister got crap all over our bathroom and kept beating on my water dragons cage even after I asked her to stop...I physically removed her from my home that day. Plopped her stupid Mormon butt on my porch and told her to go home. As a matter of fact, yesterday I heard a noise outside, looked out my window, and saw that same little brat playing on Hunter's toys in our front yard...I WAS THE ONLY ONE HOME! My son was gone with my mom and my dad at work...no one asked her to come over, she just decided to come over and play...I was PISSED...And her brother...Ugh...Hunter isn't allowed to play with him anymore, since we caught the little creep trying to steal Hunter's Yugioh cards...I can understand kids being kids, but this wasn't the first time he'd tried to be sneaky about something, and thank goodness my son has been taught it's okay to tell people "no." A few years ago, another one of these family's kids hit our neighbors dog...intentionally...He was in highschool and was showing off with his friends in his pickup and hit their dog who was outside with Steve's daughter, Keri. The dog died in our front yard, and I had to stand there and watch Keri cry. I'd known that dog since it was a puppy as well, and they'd always kept her penned up, since my neighbor makes his living as a hunting guide and his dogs are his livelihood. The kid came back later and apologized, and I think Steve told him he could take sorry and shove it up his ass...The nerve, thinking that an apology was good enough to undo the evil he'd already done. I hope he burns in hell...

There are other stories as well, too many to recount, and somehow I feel angry everytime I look at these people's faces. It's difficult to go the neighborhood gatherings, since I refuse to be nice to any of them. I stay home, for the sake of my parents and sparing them the embarrassement of my short temper and low tolerence for stupid assholes like these people. People should be respectful of those living around them. People should teach their kids manners. People should learn that just because you go to chruch doesn't mean you have the right to behave like jackasses...I wish someone would thump my neighbors in the eye with this wisdom...

Over all, I like where I live. I don't plan on leaving any time soon...I was here first and that's all there is too it. *laughs*

Posted by Zoso at June 9, 2004 11:06 AM