[raspberrytorte]

I was pacing around, contemplating, and I looked outside and noticed the single mom who lives downstairs getting into her car, with her three kids (one a baby. Whenever I see her she looks really tired, stressed out and unhappy. Don't blame her), and I realized I don't really know any of the people who live in the same building as me, and then I was thinking about how that's sort of sad, how we all pretty much live together and don't communicate at all.

Do you know your neighbors? Are you friends with them?

[Blaire]

I don't really know mine. I've met most of them briefly, after that I pretty much just wave when I see them and then retreat into my house. My inclination toward social interaction varies so much that it's easier to just be elusive than make them wonder why I run so hot and cold.

Yes and they're assholes

except for the Chinese immigrants next door, but they also can't speak English, so who knows what sort of sh*t they're saying

All I know is, these Chinese people were trying to remove their mailbox post with a chainsaw. We prefer to keep our distance

[raspberrytorte]

Originally Posted by bluebicycle

Yes and they're assholes

except for the Chinese immigrants next door, but they also can't speak English, so who knows what sort of sh*t they're saying

All I know is, these Chinese people were trying to remove their mailbox post with a chainsaw. We prefer to keep our distance

I can't tell if you're joking.

Were they really doing that?! Lol

There's a man who lives below us (well, we think below us anyway, because we thought he moved out, so maybe his ghost is haunting the apartment complex or something), and he pukes all the time. Like really vocal puking. Mostly in the morning and sometimes in the middle of the day. We can hear it in our living room. That's how loud it is. Poor man. Not sure what's wrong with him.

Originally Posted by raspberrytorte

I can't tell if you're joking.

Were they really doing that?! Lol

There's a man who lives below us (well, we think below us anyway, because we thought he moved out, so maybe his ghost is haunting the apartment complex or something), and he pukes all the time. Like really vocal puking. Mostly in the morning and sometimes in the middle of the day. We can hear it in our living room. That's how loud it is. Poor man. Not sure what's wrong with him.

Yeah, they were. They were physically trying to separate the mailbox from the post... but they got frustrated because they couldn't pull the post out of the ground or remove the box, so they pulled out their trusty chainsaw. They cut the part of the post attached to the mailbox, then they used a snow shovel to try to dig out the rest of the post because they didn't have a normal shovel

My dad tried to help, but their Chinese sounded like evil gibberish, so we left them alone.

That sounds gross about the vomiting guy. Is he bulimic or something?

[raspberrytorte]

Originally Posted by bluebicycle

Yeah, they were. They were physically trying to separate the mailbox from the post... but they got frustrated because they couldn't pull the post out of the ground or remove the box, so they pulled out their trusty chainsaw. They cut the part of the post attached to the mailbox, then they used a snow shovel to try to dig out the rest of the post because they didn't have a normal shovel

My dad tried to help, but their Chinese sounded like evil gibberish, so we left them alone.

Oh dear.

[Blaire]

Oh man, we used to live in a place where our bathroom window lined up with our neighbor's, and she puked all the time! Like really loud. She had a lot of health problems, so it was sad, but real gross.

[NoIdeaWhatToDo]

We didn't know anyone on our street for a long time after we moved in. Then, in the last couple of years, a few new neighbors arrived. Now we know the family next door (2 little boys & a little girl) the family across from them (5 girls), the family across from us (2 girls) and sort of know another family 2 doors down (1 boy my son's age, then 1 or 2 older girls). The kids are great friends, so it's pretty awesome to have all these built in playmates.

We also know a couple 2 doors down as acquaintances - we don't socialize much, but we know them enough that if I had a problem at home and my husband was away, I wouldn't have a problem asking for help. Our next door neighbors on our other side were really quite - kept to themselves. Then, last summer, the husband came over and asked if he could give us their phone numbers and if we would mind calling them or their daughter if we noticed anything at their house; they had to go out of town for his cancer treatment. He died about 2 months later, after on-again, off-again treatments, ER visits, ambulances, etc. I know the wife's name and enough to wave at her (if I see her outside, maybe once every 2-3 weeks), and their adult son lives with her. I wouldn't approach them for help, though, and even have a hard time remembering her name. Sad situation all around; the husband clearly did the majority of the work around the house/yard, and the son doesn't appear to either know how or care to do it - I can't tell which.

[NoIdeaWhatToDo]

Ha! As a weird neighbor story (not mine), the first house we lived in we bought from a lady who had a restraining order against her that prohibited her from living in her own home. She got drunk one night and was in her backyard; she fired her gun and it lodged in the neighbor's chimney. This was after a couple of racist comments she had made over the years. She ended up moving out of town and having to sell her house because of it. Our gain. The neighbors on that street were great.

[raspberrytorte]

Originally Posted by Blaire

Oh man, we used to live in a place where our bathroom window lined up with our neighbor's, and she puked all the time! Like really loud. She had a lot of health problems, so it was sad, but real gross.

I just feel so bad for him, and we've been trying to figure out what could be wrong with him forever. It's a mystery.

[gina_re]

Ha! The house to the right of me...this guy is such a pain! But he has changed since I first moved in since I've bugged him enough. Those first few months were brutal! I work from home most days. Apparently he wasn't working when I first moved in because he would blast his music so loud that I'm sure it could have been heard over on the next block. Mind you, our houses are detached!! I should not be hearing that music in my living room! And it was mostly the bass I would hear, it was like some type of club music over and over and over... I went over there several times to ask him to turn it down. I was ready to call the cops sometimes, but to be fair, he would turn it down when I asked. I mean he is the ONLY person doing this!! This neighborhood is ridiculously quiet (the way I like it, no kids, a bunch of retired people), except for that house. But ever since I told him I work from home and it is causing me a loss in productivity, he has turned it down. And it's not as often. But I still don't like him and ignore him. Plus he rents that place, so I keep my fingers crossed that he moves out soon. Hopefully he's not renting from a family member or something..
The guy to my left, he's very nice. He even offered to mow my lawn a few weeks after I moved in. I wasn't prepared for that responsibility when I moved in. I was just excited to move in! But the lawn was starting to look a little gnarly so I was grateful. I barely see him though since he works nights, but we wave at each other if we're both outside at the same time.
One of the homes across the street was sold a few months ago and I think they have a couple of kids over there. I talked to the guy once when I saw him doing yard work for help. But apparently he is friends or family with my new landscapers, so I guess I'll see him around from time to time.
So yes, I have an idea of what the neighbors near me are like, but only on the surface.

[Victoria'smom]

Nope, I don't want to. I would like my son to make friends in the complex.

[scatterbrained04]

I know a few in my complex. Mostly it's because my son has made friends with their kids or because they go to the pool a lot in the summer like us. Other than that, I don't know anyone. I only know one guy and his daughter in my whole building. My son is the social person not me.

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[hopeless2015]

I don't know anyone but my husband works at the complex we live in so he knows most of the people out here.

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We live in a pretty quiet neighborhood and we know most of the people around us because many of our kids are around the same age and used to play together when they were younger. We have a police officer behind us; his daughter and my son are the same age and carpool to school and choir events. Our next door neighbor is a landscaper and does our yard for us for a really nice rate; he's awesome. Several older couples on the street we chat with when we're out walking the dogs. A teacher I work with lives about 4 doors down the street. We like our community.

We've always know at least a few of our neighbors wherever we've lived -- having kids does that for you.

[speckofdust]

I live in a relatively small community (although there is plenty of commercial development all around). I have spoken to all of the neighbors who live on my end of the street, but I'm not "friends" with any of them. In previous dwelling situations I've had (apartment complexes, townhome communities), I haven't known any of my neighbors, and rarely even saw the people. It's funny how we generally live now - often never knowing our neighbors at all. I know that when I was a kid, my parents knew all of the neighbors, socialized with many of them, and were good friends with some. I had lots of friends in the neighborhood, and new the parents of the other kids.

[st0psign]

ive seen my neighbors like 3 times over the 6 months or so they've been living next to me. perfect

[CobolCapsule]

I rarely see them, and certainly don't speak to them. That would be against my nature.

[Prism Bunny]

I currently live in a small town twenty minutes from my hometown. Everyone knows each other here, will check on each other and call for updates, and gossip about others. Since most of the community is 40+, there are many prolonged illnesses and quick deaths at least twice a month, which takes a toll. We had a lovely gentleman who did not own his own garage pay about 25 dollars a month to use ours. He passed away from liver cancer after being diagnosed months earlier. We ended up letting his last two payments to slide because the wife was struggling.

Before that, I lived in an apartment in my hometown where the neighbors were whacky as hell. The area was known for its redneck people and drug use. One guy, who was harmless but had boundary issues, even managed to climb the patio and knock on my window while his face was pressed to the glass. Worst part? I was naked in a towel after a shower.

The guy waved and brightly said,"HEY! How are you!?"

And when I lived in a townhouse there was a lovely black couple from the state my folks lived for many years before moving to Tennessee. They were sweet, and I could talk to the husband/father all day without being bored. We mainly bonded over cars, his life as a youth, and other little things.

[Miss Laura]

Nope I keep myself to myself the way u like it. I do know a guy in the next block to mines though

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[wildflowerchild25]

I live with my mom again. We have lived here for thirty years. And yet I only know a few of my neighbors. I'm only friendly with even less than that. And everywhere else I've lived I never got to know any of my neighbor's except one, and that's because they were already friends with my in laws. I'm not a very social person and am accustomed to spending most of my time alone so I really just never think of getting to know neighbors.

I remember my first apartment though, the guy across the hall was kind of a shut in. He was mentally ill, which I know because he used to randomly show up at my door to get me or my husband to open his meds for him because his hands shook too much. He was on klonopin and lithium, among others. I felt bad for him because he lived in complete squalor. One time he asked me to come over and set his alarm clock for him and his apartment was appalling. Trash everywhere, old pee and poop in a stand alone toilet (like a training toilet for toddlers but for adults). It was horrible. I felt so bad. I'm not sure what happened to him after the owner sold the building because the new landlord was a **** and no doubt hassled him for the condition of the place. He was the only neighbor I really knew. Everywhere else we lived we never got to know anyone.

I plan on buying a house in a few years In this neighborhood so I won't really have to get to know anyone new. Not that I would anyway lol.