From 15 years of THIS (my last rant about it) and I guess that, despite many efforts on our parts, it shall never end… It’s been over a year from my last rant about our very nice across the street neighbors, and in that time I’ve made great efforts to totally ignore any offense on their part. It had slowly become better and it seemed like there just might be peace at last.
What changed is that our neighbors’ daughter came back, from a prior divorce with the father of her two sons, to live with them. They had been around a few times without real problems; the kids were young and innocent, playing loudly with screams and a lot of cries. Children be children so that was forgivable. As time pass, they grew older, and have now sadly become part of problem altogether.
Of course, they must have heard their mother’s and grandparent’s disdain for us so, sadly children be children (again), the older one of the two has recently started to throw insults at my father when he’s around the yard. Calling him “Mister Faggot”. An insult that, over the years, my dad had thrown a few times at our infamous neighbor, but never in front of the children so we know where they picked it up. No longer are we met only by frowns, disdain, and prying eyes from them, but now sadly by the young children as well.
This morning, the whole family was there, again living in their garage for the whole wide world to see their awesomeness. They know that more often than not our big rig leaves on Sunday morning so the new boyfriend of the daughter made sure to park his minivan in the way just in case. We got the call a bit later than usual and it was my father’s run so he went out to start the truck. Not long afterwards, the kids got up on their bikes and the older one (which is more courageous than his little brother) started to pedal in circles in front of the driveway. Oh, they were watching them mind you, but way more interested at how we’d react to it.
My rig has a dashcam so I made sure that the old man didn’t forget to turn it on. I took my phone out and started to record as well. My father slowly crept out of the driveway, with all the bad stares and shit, and had to go to the end of the street to turn around since the minivan and kid were in the way. I made sure that they saw that I was filming but I never looked at them and said nothing. My dad turned around and passed by on his way while being chased by the kid on the bike.
Honestly, I don’t know how to react to this one. The kid’s a brat but that’s probably not his entire fault. Well, his genetics doesn’t help him if you know what I mean. We don’t want “the war” to be declared again but I am concerned at how the future will unfold. Them kids, if not kept in check (and they probably won’t be), will continue to grow up and become ever more brash and disrespectful of us. It’s one thing to quarrel with adults but there’s little that can be done for the children. Believe me when I say that telling them to raise or supervise their children better would be a total waste of effort. They won’t listen and might make the situation worse.
I somewhat fear further acts of provocation that might also turn to possible vandalism of property and vehicles by the children while there’s no one home. I simply dread the time when I’ll have to deal with that as I do not know how I will react. I keep hoping that the daughter will move out once and for all with the boyfriend and bring her brats with her. Then our lives will simply return to coping with the drunken shit stain that we’re used to. He’ll be retiring soon too and I dread that as well since he’ll always be there, making sure that his presence is very much noticed. I know this is wrong but I sometimes hope that “natural selection” will take care of the problem. Too bad we have laws that protect asswipes like him from themselves or surely he’d have died from his own stupidity by now…
I just wish that me and my fiancée could live in peace. It’s disconcerting, in a way, that I’d want to win the lottery, not to buy fancy cars or material possessions, but to be able to move the fuck out of here and settle in a remote area where I cannot hear, smell, or see any fucking neighbor. I’d rather wrestle a grizzly bear than deal with those fuckers. Sigh, I’ll try to get it out of my head (again), continue to endure my health problems, and concentrate on my projects. Wabi~Sabi is a sight to behold, haha, in my twisted way to look at her of course…