A letter to my neighbors
In between my yard and my neighbor's yard
Sunday! Supposed to be a laid-back peaceful day. Bam! Bang! Clang! Clash! Bam! Clang! Clash! Bang!
I heard my neighbors firing up their trucks, bikes, tractors, and trikes. Their dozen of dogs are blending in too. The clamor resounds through the area. I guess most, if not all, of my neighbors, would be stirred by the impact of the incredible diesel motors. For half an hour somewhere in the vicinity, I rested and paid attention to the hacking of the motors before it smoothens out. After what appears to be an unending length of time the vehicle moves off and the clamor develops fainter until it is heard no more. My neighbors have begun their day-by-day work.
I thought of writing a sweet sarcasm letter to my neighbors.
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Shushushushhhh,
I have consistently felt irritated living close to you. You are the most troublesome neighbors an individual could ever meet. Consequently, you should see how troublesome it has been for me to move toward you with this matter. I'm apprehensive and I can at this point, don't stand your pounding dividers. Ahhhhh, my eardrums! I lied in bed last night, attempting to rest, and everything I could ponder was the means by which your fence is too chaotic and your divider was excessively noisy. It was horrible that you burst in through the window displaying a dog's choker. I need to demand that you make a move to prevent your pounding dividers from disturbing me. I demand that you invest in better soundproofing and then train your 11 dogs. And keeping in mind that we're on the matter, I'm tracking down your extremely boisterous music progressively unpardonable. This isn't the sort of conduct I anticipate from someone living in a lethargically paced neighborhood like here in the farmland.
If you don't rectify the circumstance, I will have no real option except to call the police and post photographs of your pounding dividers on Hive, Ecency and Peakd. Moreover, I have close binds with the mafia and gangsters, and I will not be reluctant to trade out a couple of favors in the event that you don't conform to my requests.
Much appreciated,
(Your polite neighbor)
LOL
I live in the farmland (close to the beach) and my neighbors are farmers. Our home is only a foot away from them. I work online until past 12 PM and hit the hay around 1 am the soonest. My neighbors get up around 4 am and begin making clamors: Starting their farm haulers, welding their vehicles, pounding their walls next to my bedroom, blaring their trikes, their 11 dogs yelping simultaneously, playing music at an exceptionally noisy volume including them yelling at one another, drinking alcohol consistently, singing karaoke every weekend until past 2am etc.
Ain't that lovely? Perfect combo huh?
It's getting exaggerated and my mental health is beginning to ache. I have freed this up to our Barangay Captain, yet it appears as though there's no answer to my complaint. I even called the police, however, they actually repeated the experience the day after that. I get this each and every single day. I realized that stress resembles shaking in a recliner and it gives you something to do. yet, it doesn't get you anywhere. Sigh. So What I often do is keeping all my windows that facing them closed when they're around and running all my fans for white noises. I'm making a decent attempt and trying really damn hard to endure and tolerate them. I am also being the nicest neighbor they could ever get because that's how I roll lol.
Do you also have such neighbors like mine? How do you deal with them?
Random.
Published:
September 25, 2022 2:37pm PST
In between the farm and the beach
Philippines
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