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I Can't Decide If I'm Getting Too Old To Live In The City Or If My Neighbors Just Suck Ass

I Can't Decide If I'm Getting Too Old To Live In The City Or If My Neighbors Just Suck Ass

I’ve got some annoying downstairs neighbors. And right now I’m a little fed up with them so take everything I’m about to say with a grain of salt. They’re standoffish, inconsiderate, and by the looks of it incredibly out of shape.

They allow their decrepit, nearly-blind king charles spaniel to bark at the most inconvenient times of day (7:30 a.m. to about 9:30 a.m. and then again around 9:30 p.m. until 10:30 p.m.) and they leave bags of dog shit outside on our shared stoop for days at a time because they are too lazy to go to the trash cans ten feet around the corner.

I realize that for me to complain about this at length is slightly unfair because I am not unique in hating my neighbors. Everyone has issues with their neighbors and their strange quirks because people do not live uniformly. All of us are different. Some are neat and tidy. Some are slobs. Most fall in between those two categories.

Whenever I am invited inside someone’s home, I can’t help but think about how I would have decorated differently inside. I silently judge others for their taste in artwork and kitchen supplies and the cleanliness of their half bath where I go to relieve myself.

It’s unfair but I know that other people do this to me so this isn’t something that keeps me up at night. And that’s how I am with my FRIENDS. So you could imagine how judgmental and cruel I would be if I was in someone’s house whom I did not know.

It’s hard for me to even dream about being invited into the home of the people who live below me with the yapping king charles spaniel because we don’t get along. I have to think that they live in squalor down there and everything smells like a wet dog. If you saw me going into a strangers house and observing how they lived, you would see me at my most judgmental.

My point is this - I don’t think a majority of us really care all that much for the people that live on either side of us or above or below us. Neighbors aren’t usually your friends, and as I creep closer to thirty the thought of continuing to live in such close proximity to others is beginning to slightly bother me. It’s not enough for me to pack my shit up and leave Chicago tomorrow, but long term I’m not sure I can do this. I’d love a house disconnected from others. I don’t want people living next to me. I don’t want to have to worry about accidental encroachment into my neighbor’s lawn while mowing my own. I want peace and quiet. I want to have people over without someone ratting on me to the home owners association and I certainly don’t want to have to worry about how loud it is when I’m walking around my place out of fear that I’m stomping and disturbing the people that live below me.

There are certainly cons to living an isolated lifestyle, but at that moment that sounds pretty nice because that king charles spaniel is bringing me to the brink as I type this. Perhaps I need to take a walk and clear my head. Maybe I really should consider moving to the countryside. Maybe I need to just get a new apartment.

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