I always enjoyed babysitting, I still do in my old married age :-) Getting to play with cute little kids and them actually enjoying your company and attention. They beg their parents to let you babysit again soon. Until they reach a certain age that is. Seems like that age is getting younger and younger. They start acting out and doing their own thing. They don't listen to your parents so why would they even think about listening to you? I didn't enjoy those babysitting jobs as much if at all. I could branch off into many different directions at this point like how this generation is just pathetic and lazy and yuck. But today, my beef is about respect or lack there of. Mostly the latter. Oh and common sense.
Kyle and I live in an apartment we rent in a nice area. It's not in the city for which I am thankful for. We have had no problems living here up until a month or two ago. We understand that it's an apartment therefore, things will not always be quiet and "normal" Normal being what we were used to living in our parents houses. So over the months, we've gotten used to the noises and people and junk that comes with living here. And we were doing quite well, until these teenage looking children moved in next door. Apparently every night is a party night. They are loud and destructive and they have no respect at all. The cops have been over there twice I believe. That I know of. We've(along with others) complained to management about them. Its been months and they're still not gone. As far as we can tell the person who is supposed to be living there doesn't work or have a car. There are people coming and going all 24 hours of the day slamming doors, yelling, screaming, jumping, hopping, throwing things against the joint wall. And the list really does go on. The biggest question I have( out of many) is how does the question "Is this disturbing the neighbors? Will they be annoyed? Is what I'm doing being respectful to the people around me?" Granted this is more than one question but whatever. This is just pure vent now.
Now sadly I have a very short fuse. I am very quick to anger. Too quick. Though the worst I've done is punch the drywall who knows what I'll do. And I HATE that. I hate that I have to live somewhere where I can't be comfortable. I need to work on my anger. But it's gotten to the point where Kyle, who is the most patient person I know has gotten annoyed with it. It's affecting me, it's affecting him, which in turn is affecting our marriage. It's been a struggle, mostly for me to keep it under control. I am not proud of that at all. But in my defense...how stupid and idiotic does one need to be to not know where the respect line is. Common sense people! You live in an apartment building, you have people below you, beside you, behind you, all around you and you don't have enough sense to behave like a human being. Maybe that's the problem. People are becoming dumber by the day if you ask me. Parents don't raise their children right, or at all which possibly leads to kids having kids then those kids grow up not knowing how to act like a human. It's all so barbaric.
Through all this venting, I don't think I feel much better. I feel like all we can do( all we've been doing) is sitting here, listening to them be animals and being the better person. Taking the high road. Retaliation is sinking to their level. We've complained. The laws been there. What else is there to do. Our lease is soon up and if they don't move I do not want to stay. If we leave, and tell management why, why would they care. All we are is a space to fill then. People need places to live. No one cares what we say or the reasons we're displeased. Where in the world and at what point in our lives do we get the respect that we deserve?? I've yet to see it and it makes me sick.
So now that I think I'm done....this whole experience makes me want a house in the middle of nowhere. Not that I wouldn't have wanted that before but ya know. Now I feel like there's no other option for us to live sanely.
It's hard to love people. Almost impossible to tolerate them.
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