It is a question by the way and I’m not here to answer my own inquiry.
I’m here to ask a rhetorical question (although I’m hoping that some random illumination in the cosmo would enlighten my barbaric mind at the moment) on how to gently but firmly tell those damn people to fuck off and go to the public market in order to buy and consume tons upon tons of sensitivity and proper manners.
First, and this should be simple enough, it is freaking wrong to steal our papayas in the backyard. Some pesky neighbors outside the subdivision have been eyeing our three fruitful papaya tress in our backyard and some did actualize their jealousies by reaching through the fence and plucking the darn fruits from the tree in the dead of the night/early morning. Too bad my dog weren’t able to snatch a hand or a finger from the thieves while the assholes are at it.
What enrages me most is not the stolen papayas but the guts they accumulated to actually reach for something that’s within my backyard and their persistent efforts to pester their neighbors every day.
Our safety has been compromised. I am not normally on a ballistic mode but thinking that we’re no longer safe makes me want to legally own a handgun to protect myself and my family. If you’re a father like myself, between the assholes and the safety of your love ones, there really is no choosing in between. Believe me. A father’s gotta do what a father’s gotta do when the safety of the ones they love are at stake.
They could’ve asked if they want some papayas and I would’ve given them any of the fruits I’ve grown in my backyard. Problem is, they can’t muster enough balls to ask and so they resorted to stealing.
Just ask. I wish they’d realize that it’s not fucking hard to ask. Just fucking ask and stay the fuck off my turf.
Second in point is a neighbor who can’t live without gossiping about what other people are up to. He’s an officer of the home owners association and so he has access to our personal records based on the forms we filled up. We often see him talking to our fellow neighbors about lots of things, even personal stuff that he should know better than to disclose to anyone he meets in order to build rapport with everyone at our expense.
We, along with my wife aren’t used to a setting where I get to drink with my fellow dads in the neighborhood up to the wee hours in the morning nor do my wife gather with the ladies along the side of the road every afternoon to extract lice from each other’s heads while feeding on gossip. So imagine my rage and my surprise when someone would tell me “Hey, I heard you weren’t able to pay your phone bills…“ or “So I heard you were paying this amount for your monthly amortization…”
Who told them? It’d be him no more no less. If it ain’t that #%&*!!!
Those are private stuff and it doesn’t give him any right to disclose what we talked about to everyone.
The most important thing for me is again, security. If one stupid fellow with a motive as black as his ass will hear about my logistics, then he can use it against me, right? Simple as that. Divulging a lot of information about your lifestyle and statistics is the same as carrying a huge placard with the written words “Come take a chance on me. Come take everything I’ve got!!!” while walking in the midst of a crowd.
I believe there are more manly things to do other than going around telling other people what you know about the other.
I don’t want to waste my time discussing about other people’s whereabouts or whatnots. I am a busy man making both ends meet and I do not want intruding into other people’s lives because I myself don’t want my privacy intruded.
And finally, some fellows still fail to understand that it’s very fucking wrong to just open my fucking gate and door as they please.
Due to the incidence of theft, we decided to build a fence at the back, high enough to blind passers-by of what’s inside and to keep them out. And so despite our lack of budget to pay for the whole project at once, we obliged to have the wall up in no time just so we can secure ourselves and our valuables. Even if it means walking the tightrope of budgeting the very limited amount left for our daily meals for the next how many days.
Again, I don’t understand why the fuck did they interpret that they can come and go as they please and invite like-minded insensitive people inside our small space without first consulting us.
You don’t need to have a doctorate degree in order to learn to respect your neighbors by knocking first before entering their premises. And I don’t fuckin’ know why it’s very difficult for them to inform us that they’re coming in before they latch the gates open!
Adding to my agitation and rage is suddenly, everyone they knew who’s not related to the work being done inside just comes in without asking permission. They just stare at you like they’re stepping on public property.
And so pending our efforts to confront our “good” neighbors, we padlocked the gates to send a strong message that our small space is a private property and that not everyone is welcome inside and that they need to ask permission first before they are granted to enter.
And again, I don’t know why it’s so difficult for them to understand that it’s not right to trespass the property of another or why they don’t have qualms entering other’s ground without regard to the owners. I am wondering because I cannot even help myself get through their gates and their vicious dogs, open their front door without knocking and stick my fucking head inside.
I may be crude and barbaric in some ways but I’m particularly sensitive to the ways my neighbors are stepping on the line and transgressing my fucking right to privacy.
So how do I fucking tell them?!
I don’t know how am I going to confront them because first, I don’t know how to tell them that it’s very rude and not at all proper to treat their neighbor’s grounds like extensions of their homes because all I thought is that this should be the automatic response of a well-mannered, civilized individual. The fact that they’re continuously doing it means that it never crossed their minds that what they’re doing is not at all right. Rather, they continue crossing the line, and they’re now way too close to my face and they need to back off.
Not everyone is intelligent and mature enough to admit that they already crossed the boundary and that they need to back off and apologize. Most the time, people are blind to reason and they’re adamant to accept suggestions that would’ve aided to assessing and solving the prompting situations objectively.
Second is I don’t want them to totally lose their concern especially when one needs it the most.
If I tell them, they’d get “hurt“ and perpetually resent me for being brutally honest by telling them that they crossed the boundary and that they must back off, if not to completely fuck off. If I don’t tell them, our misery and the cycle of abuse will keep on coming in circles.
So how do you deal with people like that?