I'm not above hating people -- I think it's in the very nature of humanity to hold feelings so intense towards other people that they become almost alive in their power, a kind of fire that burns but doesn't warm.
It's exhausting, though.
So very exhausting.
That's why I try very hard not to let random idiots occupy too much of my brain power -- the needlessly rude, the one who attacks unprovoked, those who only deal in hostility (but whom, more often than not, can't take what they dish out)... Oh, they get placed on their very own category at the bottom of the totem pole, filed more as breathing memes or annoying flies than actual targets for rage. That's their chosen place and it's absolutely earned, one butchery of common sense and courtesy at a time.
So, please believe me when I say that I ABSOLUTELY HATE MY NEIGHBOR! (And I don't shout that lightly).
What's so hateable about him, you ask? Well, let's start with the fact that he's sixty and acts like he's twenty at most.
That in-and-of itself wouldn't be a problem, but it's the particular flavor with which he approaches this that absolutely is: he thinks everyone should listen to him and he bullies anyone whom he deems to be beneath him -- I have legit seen him chase delivery people just because they knocked on his door (even when they were deliveries he, himself, had ordered (!!!)); have seen him bring girls to tears because they were asking for donations for their church. Have seen him get in shouting matches with mailmen, other people, and several neighbors over the tiniest, most insignificant things ever, junk that wouldn't even get a glance in literally any other scenario.
And when the pandemic hit? My God! It's like he got turned up to a hundred!
He'd literally play music loud enough to rattle the walls and be heard from the outside from 5 AM to 5 AM (yes, twenty four hours straight) and wouldn't stop even with the police called on him multiple times. And what did this fine specimen do when the first cruiser come? He took gardening scissors and cut people's telephone and television wires as if he was in the right all along.
Naturally, everything came to a boil when a neighbor shouted at him to turn down the music (which, should be noted, was always the same shit and always on repeat), he didn't listen, and the guy began to try kicking his door down. Meanwhile, I had a privileged view of him hiding like a coward on the roof, eyes huge and with the music turned off entirely.
A few weeks later, a second set of neighbors had enough of his BS and threw a wine bottle through his roof, destroying tiles and letting him scrambling like a huge cockroach caught in a beam of light.
While all of this was going on, this same asshole had decided that gentle, tiny old me would be a good target and began sending me shouting death threats. Once, I laid in ambush when I heard him pacing outside my door and pounced, after which he bolted for his door with a speed that would have made Usain Bolt himself jealous.
Another time I gave him the middle finger and he waited outside when I returned from work, hose in hand as if playing the role of the model citizen just tending to the sidewalk. He boarded me and began asking why I'd flash him rude gestures when he was just a feeble old man (yes, he literally said that), then I reminded him that he wasn't that feeble when he was threatening with tearing my head off... And you know what he did? HE DENIED THE WHOLE THING! Like, damn! The nerve!
But the funny thing is that he now crosses the street while running if he sees me approach and isn't subtle about it at all. I mean, how pathetic can you be?
I also sometimes get his mail misdelivered to me and there are a LOT of legal files in there. He's in deep shit and I don't see him getting out of this world naturally if he doesn't stop being such an idiot.
PS: I later learned that he had hidden from the draft and had had to be --literally-- dragged to it when they found out he had been shrinking his duty... You know, Mr Urban Rambo. Im-f-peccable.
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