Disclaimer:
I don't hate my neighbors, and I believe in mutual respect and courtesy. This is just a humorous way I found to vent some of the frustration I accumulated today. I don't intend to encourage hatred towards neighbors or promote social isolation. It's a personal 'ironic' rant that I know will be understood in the right context here and not seen as rude (as someone outside the forum might perceive it).
Going on:
What is your experience with neighbors, and how do you relate to them (if you do)?
Relationship with neighbors:
Wherever I lived (house or apartment), I've always been a bit of a "hermit," a sort of mythological identity. Here's how I imagine it: "they knew she lived there, but at the same time, no one had ever seen her" *solemn music* (End of vision).
(If) someone ever encountered me, it was for not even half a second; I always seemed like an "apparition" to others, by MY choice. And do you know why? Because neighbors are the worst!!!
It all starts like this:
First Base:
Neighbor:
"Good morning."
You: "Good morning."
Second Base (intro): (usually reached faster if your neighbor is around your age, and maybe you accidentally smile because you're in a good mood that day)
Neighbor: "hi."
You: *panic* (but why is it so informal?)
You: "Hi."
Second Base Part 1:
This base is conditioned and subject to a lot of variables (too many to write), one that deserves to be mentioned is the neighbor's personality, which will play a crucial role here. (But here are some prototype phrases)
Neighbor:
1: Blabla about the weather
2: Blabla "how are you?"
3: Blabla "how are you?" + weather
4: Blabla "how are you?" + weather + something personal
Here we are at Second Base Part 2: which will depend a lot on the outcome of Second Base Part 1 (I usually, if I find myself in situation 4, start thinking about changing my address).
Third Base: At this point, the neighbor knows who we are, and they will have in mind the type of social relationship they have with us (the type depends on b2.1 and b2.2).
Fourth Base: By now, you've become part of the neighbor's social circle (the type still depends, as mentioned), but at this point, there's no turning back: you can't ignore them, you can't hide at home—they KNOW WHO YOU ARE, THEY KNOW WHAT YOU DO: THEY WILL FIND YOU. And they'll ask you for salt! Or they'll ask you to come over for coffee at their place!
You lose your status as a supernatural entity, and you have to play in social human mode!
If you don't live alone and your partner (neurotypical) doesn't adhere to this pattern, it's likely that within 30 minutes, you'll be at the end of the steps and invited to dinner by your neighbors,like me.
End
P.S. I shared this personal experience by making it humorous, but for me, my peace and space are important. The thought of having to go out and meet someone at any time of the day, expecting a certain type of attention from me, is tiring and stressful. I've always been like this. My house, my area, yes to manners, no to intrusion.
(Original text written in Italian (there might be some spelling mistakes, and some meanings might have been lost in translation).)
I don't hate my neighbors, and I believe in mutual respect and courtesy. This is just a humorous way I found to vent some of the frustration I accumulated today. I don't intend to encourage hatred towards neighbors or promote social isolation. It's a personal 'ironic' rant that I know will be understood in the right context here and not seen as rude (as someone outside the forum might perceive it).
Going on:
What is your experience with neighbors, and how do you relate to them (if you do)?
Relationship with neighbors:
Wherever I lived (house or apartment), I've always been a bit of a "hermit," a sort of mythological identity. Here's how I imagine it: "they knew she lived there, but at the same time, no one had ever seen her" *solemn music* (End of vision).
(If) someone ever encountered me, it was for not even half a second; I always seemed like an "apparition" to others, by MY choice. And do you know why? Because neighbors are the worst!!!
It all starts like this:
First Base:
Neighbor:
"Good morning."
You: "Good morning."
Second Base (intro): (usually reached faster if your neighbor is around your age, and maybe you accidentally smile because you're in a good mood that day)
Neighbor: "hi."
You: *panic* (but why is it so informal?)
You: "Hi."
Second Base Part 1:
This base is conditioned and subject to a lot of variables (too many to write), one that deserves to be mentioned is the neighbor's personality, which will play a crucial role here. (But here are some prototype phrases)
Neighbor:
1: Blabla about the weather
2: Blabla "how are you?"
3: Blabla "how are you?" + weather
4: Blabla "how are you?" + weather + something personal
Here we are at Second Base Part 2: which will depend a lot on the outcome of Second Base Part 1 (I usually, if I find myself in situation 4, start thinking about changing my address).
Third Base: At this point, the neighbor knows who we are, and they will have in mind the type of social relationship they have with us (the type depends on b2.1 and b2.2).
Fourth Base: By now, you've become part of the neighbor's social circle (the type still depends, as mentioned), but at this point, there's no turning back: you can't ignore them, you can't hide at home—they KNOW WHO YOU ARE, THEY KNOW WHAT YOU DO: THEY WILL FIND YOU. And they'll ask you for salt! Or they'll ask you to come over for coffee at their place!
You lose your status as a supernatural entity, and you have to play in social human mode!
If you don't live alone and your partner (neurotypical) doesn't adhere to this pattern, it's likely that within 30 minutes, you'll be at the end of the steps and invited to dinner by your neighbors,like me.
End
P.S. I shared this personal experience by making it humorous, but for me, my peace and space are important. The thought of having to go out and meet someone at any time of the day, expecting a certain type of attention from me, is tiring and stressful. I've always been like this. My house, my area, yes to manners, no to intrusion.
(Original text written in Italian (there might be some spelling mistakes, and some meanings might have been lost in translation).)
Yeah that's nice about Sweden.
