Delusional Neighbour
I’d been wondering how the eviction of my neighbour would play out. I was of course primarily concerned about acts of violence or vandalism so I didn’t put much thought into the logistics of him physically moving what could only be laughably called his valuables. Turns out my landlord is having to do most of the work for him.
My neighbour being the head case that he is, not a moment goes by without comment. He rotates through arguments to pitiful comments (and by that I mean literally trying to elicit pity) to crying to making excuses to outright verbal fights and of course all laced with his trademark swearing…and none of it quiet. Two particular comments caught my notice…
“I hate work!”
The way he said (read: yelled) this was as if it hadn’t occurred to him that moving might be work, as if it were an insidious beast that snuck up on him, an unparalleled evil unjustly forced upon him. An accurate paraphrasing would be ‘holy crap, I just realized this is work! How dare anyone or anything ever make me work for any reason?’. Frankly I think he would have mustered less righteous indignation if someone had asked him to shoot a child. Hippie indeed.
“I don’t have to answer to anybody”
This really is the crux of it, isn’t it? It seems to me that he’s never had to face the consequences of his actions. Any time he got close he was likely either bailed out, someone took pity on him and gave him another chance, or there was someone else he could blame for his lot in life. Ironically his life may have been better if people hadn’t enabled him to avoid reality.
So the date of his eviction arrived and what did he do on his last night of legal tenancy here? Cloning. Not quite what I expected either. Seems he invited several people over that were so much like himself they even sound just like him.
I was almost beginning to think it may have been all him until 2 identical voices would talk at the same time and a guy half his age knocked on my door with a half empty bottle of alcohol in his hand asking where “the lady with the long hair” is. I know, I shouldn’t look at the negative…the bottle was half full. Beyond that, good riddance to bad rubbish.
By the way, this is my 100th post in my blog.
