When Bad Fights Make For Good Neighbours

She was still yelling when I bid her goodbye, turned my back and left. I had said screamed my piece, there was nothing more to add. She was not getting anything from me. I was already home, the door closed loudly behind me, once again emphasizing the end of our “conversation”, but she was still yelling out there, arguing by herself. Oh well… It was about time for another one of these.Differences between cultures and peoples are constantly emphasized, they cannot go unnoticed. But how about those differences between various regions in one’s own country? When I moved here, I was the youngest adult in my part of the building… which translated into a certain kind of treatment from my older neighbours. The age difference was considerable, most of them were retired, and let’s just say it took a while to accept each other’s ways. (Fortunately the dynamic has changed a lot since then.)

Lo and behold, I had barely moved in and the building was suddenly falling apart.  And somehow it was my fault. Leaking pipes, floods in the basements, loud noises, messy gardens or hallways, cigarette buds on the ground? All me, of course, although I wasn’t even a smoker. After all, it’s a well-known fact that young people are the source of all evil. It is also common knowledge that they have all the money too (they do?) and the older generations might as well take advantage of their reckless spending habits. Considering I could barely make ends meet at that point, I was certainly not about to become the building’s benefactor only to avoid confrontation. Besides – financial issues aside – that has never been my style.

I was expecting that sort of attitude, but that doesn’t make experiencing it any easier. From all those knocking at my door with loud demands, threats and belligerent requests, one individual stood out… There’s one of them in every building and setting them straight generally gains you a certain kind of respect. In this case, the person in question was my downstairs neighbour. Just my luck… Sometimes you win people over with your wit, other times a kind nature prevails, a sense of humour is all you need in some cases, even looks can make a difference. But there are times when all that matters is one’s ability to argue – not to be right, mind you, just to argue.

I knew it, yet I stubbornly tried to apply logic and common sense in my interactions with crazy lady downstairs. Until that one day… when I wasn’t going to hold back or be civilized. Coming home after a long day, all I needed was her nonsensical demand followed by empty, illogical threats. I had a voice too, my non-smoker lungs were stronger than hers, and I could certainly hold my own. That day, my voice overpowered hers and she went home in a huff. That day was also the moment I was accepted in the building as an equal, someone you respect and whose opinion you take into account.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say my downstairs neighbour respects me, because she’s one of those toxic people unable to respect any soul, going through life convinced the world revolves around them, aiming to please and serve their needs at any cost. Everybody avoids her for good reason. She will scream at children for laughing loudly; she will throw things at stray cats and dogs and curse people for entering “her” garden (part of the building’s garden she has abusively fenced); she will call the police when people from the electrical company need to fix something; she will be incredibly rude to guests and then yell at you for daring to have guests. And the list goes on and on… A bad fight is absolutely necessary about once a year, then she behaves as civilized as she can. I now know not to take it personally, I’ve seen her treat all the neighbours this way. Many of us just walk away when they really can’t be bothered to argue with her, and she’ll be left behind, yelling by herself in the empty hall for several minutes. Like I said, every building has one of them…

Two more acrimonious exchanges with two other neighbours established my position in the building. One of them moved and the other one, the neighbourhood busybody, is now genuinely friendly, even when she’s not fishing for gossip. She tells me about her family and she’ll show up at my door whenever she needs her remote control set or advice about purchasing some new furniture; we also bonded over a shared interest for decorative plants, and once in a while I offer her “babies” from my own plants. She and the harpy downstairs will also show up at my door when I’m renovating, hoping to catch a glimpse of topless construction workers, offering them ice-cream on a hot summer day and chatting them up until they become uncomfortable, because the ladies are about their grandmothers’ age. Hmmm…

I remember my grandmother saying that women in this part of the country are bitches. Personally, I loved how assertive and pushy they seemed to be, not as mild-mannered as the ones in my native town, who used more subtle and patient methods in order to get what they wanted. By comparison, the “bitches” were a force of nature, and they were more likely to reach their goal, even when they weren’t right, especially when dealing with outsiders.

What my grandmother failed to notice was that all people were that way in this part of the country, more outspoken, often ruder and cruder in their directness, targeting the same goals, but never apologizing for it. They had a rougher shell and they often took kindness for weakness, trying to take advantage of those who seemed nice and soft too early in an interaction; when getting to really know them, though, they could be just as soft and generous, they simply didn’t flaunt that side of their nature. I also learnt immediately that in many cases, it’s the loudest person who is accepted as the winner of the fight, not the person with the best arguments. I may not like it, but I will use it when all else fails. It certainly worked with my neighbours.

What can I say… living in an urban area is often like a nature show. We cannot choose our neighbours, we can only try and make the best of it, that’s a matter of urban survival. The relationship between neighbours can be a delicate balancing act, and whether we like it or not, we have to accept both the necessary symbiosis and the absolutely mandatory boundaries. There will be those we like better, the ones we let it, we choose to befriend and help. Then there will be those we simply need to accept and let be, yet avoid when necessary – yes, that can be done. The same goes for certain tiny uninvited visitors, another kind of neighbours – I don’t mind or fear insects, but I don’t particularly like them either. Their role in the garden outside is tremendously relevant, but I don’t want them in my home…

Thank you, Tina,  for providing inspiration for this post (Lens-Artists Weekly Challenge – Around the Neighbourhood).

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30 Replies to “When Bad Fights Make For Good Neighbours”

  1. I really liked the way you took neighborhood- fresh and original take.
    The insects/arachanids pics were woven in nicely sith your social reflections —-
    and the lady downstairs sounds like she has many symptoms of narcissism (FIL has this personality disorder and sounds like she does)

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      1. That is exactly the traits of a narcissistic personality disorder

        Nosy
        Gossip
        Frustrated at times and have periods of depression
        They have a feeling of superiority inside and at the same time have low self esteem and wounds
        They lack empathy
        Are difficult with people in general
        And it is never their fault
        They are always the victim and they cannot see their wrongs or the rude way they are
        And then- needy and demanding – where many people outgrow being egocentric – they didn’t and it is always self as focus
        Whew – it is a shallow and frustrating way to live and maybe your neighbor does not have all symptoms on the checklist – but the person I know does!
        And then I have a friend who has many famine half) symptoms and a different relative who has 1/4 –
        And what else I find interesting is folks with this disorder often respond well when someone gets In their face and takes a stand – (it doesn’t fix them but like your neighbor experience – it does change the tone and respect comes into the picture)

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        1. I couldn’t tell you if my neighbour has all the symptoms, I don’t know her well enough. But I do have a close relative who does check them all, much like your FIL… so much so, that they’ve become toxic. I already knew this about the person in question, but the way you structured the symptoms was so succinct and to the point, it’s like you knew them. And yes, confrontation does help temporarily, even if it doesn’t fix anything.

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          1. Well I saw a glimpse of hope with FIL when months after I confronted him – things settled – and he said something about his demandingness. But he is in his 70s and I know not a lot can change but still working on my approach (my hubs insists that his spots won’t change) and we both help and draw boundaries

            And when I saw that my FIL fit the list so well it also freaked me out as it was so succinct – crazy, eh? And I forgot that addiction is usually on the narcissistic checklist – as in periods of “deep ruts”
            Whew

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            1. That sounds right…. Boundaries are the way to go for me as well – after being proven wrong so many times, I no longer trust those spots can change either. When a person tells you, “this is who I am, I have no desire to ever change, people need to put up with me the way I am”, you eventually start listening and believing them, and you start working on what you can do for yourself in such a situation.

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              1. and I have a quick question for you about “dresses”
                my next “what to wear wednesday” post might cover this topic – and was wondering if you (off hand) have a story about a dress – or a snippet from one of your books –
                that I could use for the post.

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              2. Let’s see… I do have something about dresses in one of my festival posts from last summer, see if it works for you:
                https://analindenblog.wordpress.com/2018/08/06/everybody-jump-part-2-i-think-i-wore-this-before/?preview_id=3349&preview_nonce=369a46c7fd&post_format=standard&_thumbnail_id=-1&preview=true
                A fragment from Glass Slippers and Stilettos also comes to mind, but it’s not exactly inspirational, it’s more on the cynical side of the matter – the manipulative, sensual side. I can email it to you, if you think it might help.
                Finally, a certain story does come to mind, there’s a lesson there, but I’m not sure it’s not too sappy or cliché..

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              3. I would gladly take all three if you have time-
                I will go to the link you sent – but send me the story from GS &S (so I don’t have to dig) and the cliche story too
                And then I can choose!
                Oh thanks so much
                I am trying to do the “what to wear” posts once per month and by trying for once a month rather than “later” I am getting some done – ya know?

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              4. I know what you mean, glad you’re getting them done, I like your ‘what to wear’ posts 😉 I’ll email you the Glass Slippers fragment. But I can’t promise you the new story, especially if you need it for this Wednesday’s post. I’ll see what I can do about it tomorrow 🙂

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              5. and I changed my idea a little – had to – went from dresses to “red” dresses.
                actually was going to do jeans or blazers – but will get to those later.
                so be thinking of anything with jeans and blazer for future – or not – 🙂

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              6. Oh thanks so much and I had fun – it was a personal
                Indulgence –
                Almost like the Modigliani post a few years ago – and with your snippet – I spent a few extra minutes deciding what fit best- at first had the entire sniper and italicized the memory – but it felt long for an already “busy” post.
                I almost just canned the idea – but I really think one of your strengths as a writer is some of your sensory details and I think of some your clothing scenes –
                So I went back and actually said a little prayer (ha – really did) and that first part seemed perfecto – and then Ana –
                The part about getting a husband tied into the Delaney place husband hunters mention at the start – so it felt all signed!
                Thanks again and looking forward to
                Your visit

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              7. Thanks for being so pleasant to work with – and I mean that – I appreciate it – (and ooooo la la – the comment you shared about the red dresses was awesome to read – I will be back to reply to it a little later – and esp like the way you expounded on Sean McConnell’s song called the Devil’s Ball.
                Gosh Anna, that was so tight – and I love that song

                I have one more of his i want your feedback on – I just asked Trent and will drop by later with it
                Peace

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