I like writing little poems on WordPress. So its a bit odd for me that I feel compelled to step out of my comfort zone and bloviate about a real world situation that is driving me nuts. Jealous or envious or just plain nasty neighbors, and I seriously don’t know how to handle them. Without breaking the law of course, even though they’ve broken my patience and I need to do something.
Every time I do something they seem to copy me. If I buy a car. They’ll buy (or borrow) one similar or bigger than mine. If I say I’m going on a weekend trip, they will arrange to go on a weekend trip. If I’m sitting in my patio in the morning on my laptop I hear my elderly neighbor with her son on the other side of the fence listening in. Nice that they like Jim Cramer.
I cut down a load of branches and trimmed all my bushes and lo and behold the same week they did the same. It’s as though, more than anything, they want to be one up on me. But that’s never going to happen because I come from a different culture, Scotland, and they are die hard Floridians so probably see my way of life as a threat to their nice and stable environment. They don’t like anyone rocking the boat? Or could it be racism? I don’t know.
Why are my neighbors nosey and what can I do but detach completely from them and not offer a good morning or hello when I see them? But I just find that difficult. Maybe, just maybe, there is a personality disorder that I am unaware of or maybe I’m reading too much into things, (although I know I’m not.) It’s suffocating in some ways, but I really need to figure this out before the relationship with my neighbors becomes irreparable.
Thank Marketwatch for image
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A Different Country 
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