First I want to say that yesterday's post was a little T.M.I., according to my sister AND my friend Beth. But that was the point. I gave T.M.I. to my boy. And yes, I know girls pee out of their urethras.
Now, on to the important stuff.
I honestly love my neighbors. The ones who love our family, no matter what. You know who you are. It is the other one's I am going to discuss today. It is possible that they could read this one day. But I suppose, I don't really care.
The neighbors that aren't our biggest fans, have had some reasons to arrive at their judgements against us. Like I have said before, we have had some big old fights over here. I have thrown clothes on the lawn, chased kids, squealed my tires, screamed some awful things out of the windows. My kids have ding-dong ditched, swore, ran through their yard, peed in our yard in front of them, you name it. We have given people a chance to think some not-so-nice things about our family, if they wanted one.
I have spent many minutes thinking about these folks. I have said rude things under my breath as I walk by. I've written them letters that I didn't send. I have raged in my head, plotted revenge, and HATED them for what I am reading in their minds. (We all know that I cannot read minds so yeah, I've wasted some time.) I have no real idea what they think about me. And if I have learned anything from my good friend Lu, I know that anything beyond my own nose, is none of my business. Having said that, I am SURE they hate us.
My kids have been told by some newer neighbors in the neighborhood, that they had been advised to stay away from our family. So when my kids asked to play, that family said no. That pissed me off and sent me into some behaviors that I have mentioned in the previous paragraph.
I can honestly say that I have raged out in my head at these folks as early as last week. I swear to goodness that man over there glares at me, and so do his kids. But here is what I have decided. He isn't. They aren't. And if they are, who cares?
Here are the options. Either the dude doesn't think about me nearly as much as I think about him and his family, or he hates my fucking guts. Or both. Which one of those matter in my daily life? Neither. Because even if this guy thinks I am the cats meow, we could never be friends. His people and my people are from completely different planets. We let our kids roam the streets, they don't let their kids play outside. We vote very differently, our faith is different, and we run in different circles. Not that that means we can't be friends, I just don't think we could. The biggest reason being that, they are really sort of mean to our kids. To me, that is weird.
Of all the resentments I have had to face and let go of, I swear to goodness that this one against this neighbor is the worst one for me, because I feel like he re-offends. But he only re-offends because I let him. And I let him, because in my mind, it matters that everyone likes me. So yeah, ball is still in my court.
My point to all of this babble is that we have made quite a name for ourselves on this street. We have the few people here who love us anyway. And those are the people I will always appreciate. They see us for who we really are. That's what neighbors are for.