My terrible and unhealthy next-door neighbour tried again tonight to pull me into drama with the people that live across the street. (We are cool. We don’t socialise, but we’re friendly and wave. I’m just a homebody and they like to drink.)
Tonight I just blandly stared at her without blinking, slowly (and inaccurately) continuing to crochet, while sitting on my own lawn, not responding to her.
She trailed off and wandered away. She really needs a hobby, because she’s making ZERO friends on this block.
So far, her attempts at conversation are as follows:
*seeing me sitting on my lawn crocheting* “I could totally do that too if I didn’t hate the outdoors. I hate everything about it.” (Where does this get you? Baffling.) “Did you hear me and the neighbours across the street fighting? I called the cops and everything. Did the cops talk to you?” (I heard nothing, care even less than that, and don’t want to know more.) *I hear a slur hurled somewhere from right beside my fence. She walks out and gives me that “THEY HAD IT COMIN’“ smile.” “Yes, I antagonise them on purpose. They started it.” I really hope she makes good on her promise and moves away soon. It’s time for a “bring me a good neighbour” spell, methinks.
