who are the people in your neighborhood?
Jun. 21st, 2007 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zenithblueOur next door neighbors--the ones on the other side of us from the schizophrenic and her sister--are a bunch of young dewy-faced kids. Two of them graduated from Reed the year after I did, and a few are a little bit older. Their lawn is always lovely, they are always doing home improvements with gusto, and in the summer evenings they sit in their backyard laughing comfortably with each other.
Is it obvious that I despise them?
It's like living next to a bloody soft drink commercial. "Look how relaxed and fun our life is over here on the other side of the fence with the clean-scrubbed and slender twenty-somethings who actually genuinely love yardwork and still have the emotional space at the end of the day to sit in the leisurely evening in their perfect backyard enjoying life! If you weren't so damaged and neurotic you could be this happy too! Drink Coke!"
Our lawn is covered in weeds. I don't want to use pesticide but that also means that the yard is embarrassing. I guess the other option is for us to be out there every night digging up dandelions. Which is never, ever going to happen. Also our stove is broken so we can't cook dinner and we have nowhere to sit outside where you don't risk being ripped up by blackberry bushes and also we never seem to have any time to even sit in a room together much less enjoy a quiet Portland evening outside.
They are out there like every single night, laughing. The laughter comes through my open window and makes me, if possible, even more bitter. I half suspect they are some kind of plant, there only to point out our house's deficiencies.
Is it obvious that I despise them?
It's like living next to a bloody soft drink commercial. "Look how relaxed and fun our life is over here on the other side of the fence with the clean-scrubbed and slender twenty-somethings who actually genuinely love yardwork and still have the emotional space at the end of the day to sit in the leisurely evening in their perfect backyard enjoying life! If you weren't so damaged and neurotic you could be this happy too! Drink Coke!"
Our lawn is covered in weeds. I don't want to use pesticide but that also means that the yard is embarrassing. I guess the other option is for us to be out there every night digging up dandelions. Which is never, ever going to happen. Also our stove is broken so we can't cook dinner and we have nowhere to sit outside where you don't risk being ripped up by blackberry bushes and also we never seem to have any time to even sit in a room together much less enjoy a quiet Portland evening outside.
They are out there like every single night, laughing. The laughter comes through my open window and makes me, if possible, even more bitter. I half suspect they are some kind of plant, there only to point out our house's deficiencies.
