Neighbours, experiences and general chat

I'm letting off steam by talking about my neighbours.  Others are welcome to join with their problems/experiencesHugging

I know some of us have big problems dealing with our neighbours. There is a recent thread about serious harassment.

I and my family have always had problems with our neighbours.  Often it's our fault, sometimes it's the eccentric/nutty neighbours with their peculiar habits.  An additional problem was language.  Both my parents were WWIi refugees from eastern Europe, and they never learnt to speak adequate English.  Much of their behaviour was trying to disguise that fact because they were secretly ashamed of it.

At present I live in a first floor flat and I get the feeling my neighbours are shunning me.  No surprise.  I'm anti social, I talk to myself and take photographs from my windows of the local wildlife.

Previously I lived with my parents in house with a large garden. And They had more mental health issues than me.  On that Street we were shunned by the normal residents Relieved

One neighbour who I never spoke with used to hide as I walked past.  At that time I was either studying or working away from home and came home once a week or two weeks.  As I walked past his house,  I noticed a quick swift movement as he hid behind a tree or went round the side of his house.  I finally found out the reason for this on the day of his funeral!!!!

Another neighbour who I will call Mrs K was an eccentric,. Spoke my mother's language and at one time used to visit us up to 4 times a day.  On her way to church, on her way home.  On her way to the shops, on her way home.  She was always stressed out, in a bad mood and depressing.  Short conversations were complaining about her next door neighbour (FOR TWENTY YEARS) what time he comes in at night, knocking nails, moving furniture, his drunken tenants, his gardening, him sitting outside his house enjoying the sunshine.  My mother joked, " if he farts in his own house, she will come round here and complain about it".  Other news she always have us from her daily church visits.  Were, who's died and when's the funeral.

I avoided her as much as possible.  Eventually she fell out with my mother over trivia and didn't visit or speak to her again for ten years, until they both past away in the same month.

Then we had a Mrs M.  Very different from Mrs K.  This woman became a pest.  Started of very well.  She was very sociable and smiling and first time I spoke to her she told me. 'your family is not very popular on this street' that was an understatement.

Physically she was very healthy.  But mentally unstable,. She started coming round every day and complaining that people wouldn't talk to her, were shunning her etc.  Whenever I was doing something in the garden or external house maintenance, she came round with a big smile, round face, hypnotic voice and very very strong eye contact .  And started a conversation that just wouldn't end.  Often about families, their health, holidays, relationships, who married to who, have they brothers and sisters, children, school. Work, etc etc etc.  And this repetitive conversation would go on for well over an hour and then she came round a day or two later and repeated the whole boring conversation all over again and again and again.

No wonder people were avoiding her.  Mrs K used to cross the road whenever she saw her in the distance.

When I moved out into a flat, she just kept on phoning me in a bad temper with the same conversation and always complaining that I don't phone her often enough.  Until I changed my phone number.

End of rant for now.  Need breakfast.

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  • As is invited, I share some other things about "neighbours" (partly written three days ago). I do not know about ND and NT people being more interesting than the other or not, yet I can certainly write about my own experiences (until my E-Reader stops me!)...

    There is/was a person nearby whom I call "Shuffling Man" (!). I have seen him not, for a month now, yet perhaps shall do so after this highlight (!). "Shuffling Man" may have been Autistic; yet why I mention him is that, upon sight of him, man woman and child alike, would fuss over him, and look after him, and he was greatly cared about...
    "ShufflingMan" had no trouble with anyone... except whenever he saw ME!! Even if I was upon the other side of the road, behind a fence, or in a crowd - he would stop dead, stare, yell something (sometimes a greeting, sometimes the most horrendous language imaginable), turn this way and that, step away and step back... all of this until I was out of his sight. I always had to hide from "ShufflingMan", yet when taken by surprise - such as rounding a corner - I had to stand still and turn my back... or just RUN.
    End of that story, here.

    I wrote this next part three days ago. Yet note my use of *Past Tense*...
    I used to have a certain pair of "neighbours" (all NT), whom had at least Six/Eight children... and these children were so-very "well behaved", that they had to put BARS in their kitchen window, and that the police were invited to this house upon very many occasions.
    To leave where I (am forced to) live, there was no other route for myself but to pass this house, with these children, and they would see myself as a safe zone in order to practise throwing stones, abuse, littering, vandalism, intimidation, and all such things.
    When anyone (never myself) spoke to the "Mother", she would only say: "...What have they done NOW?"
    End of that second story, here.

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