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We remember the names of their dogs, and use those.
So it’s “Rex’s Mum” and “Fido’s sister”
Sure thing ‘Lady with glasses who never says a thing’.
We use
“Shit neighbours” “The ones with the baby” “Remember, where the British couple lived before”
I’d like to know more about “the slut across the street” they sound friendly.
How does she know the colour of the bush?
I hope my neighbors know me as the slut across the street.
Thanks ThotDragon, to me you’re now the slut from across the fediverse. 🩵
Poggers!
Life goals.
Her neighbor is going to see this and be like “oh It looks like “judgemental bitch” made a meme.”
Yes. Most of them are “fentanyl zombie” followed by a number.
So do you reuse the number or keep counting up
Number keeps going up
Use their house number for accuracy. You don’t want to be spreading gossip about the wrong fentanyl zombie.
They’re mostly interchangeable
This post is a great example of why we lost America. And what is spreading across the world right now.
Hold a goddamn yard sale and talk to your neighbors people, get to know them, PRETEND you care, at least enough so you can exchange phone numbers and watch each other’s places when you take trips or recognize each others lost dogs.
I promise, it not only gets easier, it becomes a source of pride and comfort knowing the people around you. We have spurned community because it’s more tempting to hide inside and feel miserable and lonely. Losing community was how we lost civics and representation and basic human empathy.
“whaa but my neighbors are all assholes”
I don’t care. You should still know their names.
Speak for yourself. I am not hiding inside so I can be miserable and lonely; I just find social interactions to be energy draining, so I need a lot of time in solitude to recharge.
Me too but it didn’t stop me from actually working on that and viewing it as what it is, not an identity quirk but an obstacle towards progress for myself and my community.
It isn’t quite clear to me how burning myself out helps anyone.
“I don’t know how this helps me!” said the karate student doing pushups. “I came here to learn how to not get hurt, what good does hurting myself this way accomplish?”
“Oww! Oww! Oww! My broken arm still hurts!”
“Stop whining and keep doing those pushups, and you’ll eventually get strong enough that those bones will knit themselves!”
This is more like my son telling me his legs hurt all the time, but he just got back from running around like a maniac, and he’s about to go run around like a maniac. And I’m not even suggesting the pain isn’t real, but sometimes you gotta push through.
And to bring it back to the example at hand, developing a community is hugely important. I know all of my neighbors and we all hang out and know each other. Half the time, I don’t want to, but sometimes I just do it. Sometimes it’s not great, but sometimes it is. But when we need a hand, I have a pool of people to pick from, and I know I’m in their pool.
Dehumanizing the morons on the internet forum you frequent is bad, but dehumanizing your neighbors is really bad. The door swings both ways, community is important. Make an effort. I’m sorry it’s hard.
Make an effort. I’m sorry it’s hard.
Is this the kind of thing that you also say to the people in your neighborhood when trying to build a community, and if so, how do people usually respond to it?
I just find social interactions to be energy draining
My broken arm
How are these equitable? How is “feeling drained” the same as having a handicap or being physically broken? I don’t actually want an answer, I don’t really care, you’re not going to do my community any good if you feel forced to do something you don’t see the benefit from, but it’s worth remembering that submerging in comfort now usually has a pretty steep cost later. Whether it’s not exercising your body because it hurts, or not exercising your emotional intelligence because it’s uncomfortable or draining.
This epidemic of de-socialization is artificial, and should be pushed back on by everyone who cares about being a strong, healthy adult in a strong community. It’s very basic stuff that got us through ice-ages, mass extinctions, depressions and violent times of the past.
Funny how you go on and on about the importance of connecting with the people around you, but then when someone shows up who is different from you and talks about how they are different, you stop trying to connect and turn incredibly hostile instead.
So much for empathy.
One of my neighbors is Lucrezia and she offered to spell it for me and I was like “It’s cool, I got this, everyone knows the Borgias…”
I couldn’t tell if she was impressed or horrified.
I have
Johnny Derp - looks like as if Depp was a recovering meth-head
Thicc Ass - the girl that always lets her poodle out in the back yard to shit
Karen - close enough to her real name but sure acts like it
London bros - they are hicks with no etiquette of living in a community. Also they are actually from Guelph, I think…
Frenchman - he’s actually from France and works at a Fromagerie
The Thief - old dude who picks the berries and tomatoes in the alley
I’d like to meet thick ass
I’m sorry… Cat killers?
Hopefully, they just look like people that would be the type to kill cats. Otherwise, they live by psychos.
There’s a family a couple of blocks from me that could be called this although I don’t think it’s intentional on their part. They operate more or less a free range cat colony and the cats keep getting run over because it’s a busy neighborhood with narrow streets and cars parked all along them. I drive very slowly here (there are also lots of kids around) but most people don’t.
Cat hoarders do no one any good.
I have lived in my house long enough that people around have changed and until I meet them and know their real names they are assigned the last persons name and a version number.
Like Mr. Wilson 2.0
I can’t remember all my neighbours names (thou I often greet them), but I know their dogs name :-)
“Sugar”
Because we were working in the garage and she came over. Dressed in tight, revealing clothing with her breasts pushed up, she asks us a few times if we want to buy any sugar. We were certain she wasn’t talking about baking, but we weren’t sure if she was a sex worker or offering booger sugar. So henceforth, she became Sugar. We’re pretty gay, but not sure if she read that. So maybe it was the latter?
Have you tried being gayer?
