I am so over Crazy!!

ChaosMan

You know, we all deal with enough crazy shit in our daily lives to make our ancestors convinced that we are all out of our damn minds.

In my neighborhood, there are a number of “eccentric people“.

All but one are pretty quiet and not much of a nuisance. You can most of the time overlook their respective crazy. I think they’re all fairly harmless.

One however, more than makes up for the others and As she’s getting older I’m convinced she’s getting crazier and more dangerous.

Several times offer the past few months she’s been screaming at the top of her lungs at people that weren’t there.

Today… While I’m detailing my car, enjoying the silence that is supposed to be what we enjoy up here in the mountains.

She starts playing music so loud that the whole neighborhood can hear. When I say hear… I mean rattle your teeth loud.

The volume level in my fucking garage 500 feet away was uncomfortably loud.

Then she decided to go on a little promenade carrying on a conversation with at least 4 people (none of whom are actually there). She’s also letting her dogs run free which makes my dogs INSANE. 

My dogs don’t like her dogs, and she finds some humor in my dogs charging the fence to get at her ill behaved animals.

I know I’m supposed to be kind and forgiving but I ask you where the fuck does it stop?

We call the cops, they come up she’s quiet for 20 minutes then it starts all over again. The cops can’t really do anything because SHE’S NUTS and if they don’t perceive her to be a threat to herself, then at most they’ll give her a disturbing the peace citation.

I swear, more and more lately it feels like my right to freedom, happiness, peace in my own home are being steamrolled over by other people and no matter what you do to stand up against it, you get nowhere. 

So I’ve taken the only action I can. I’ve closed the house up, turned on the A/C and decided to do stuff that needs to be done inside. 

Granted I’m comfortable… But it simply means that I’ve imprisoned myself in my own home. 

This kind of SHIT is exactly why I hate living in apartments, condos, and town homes. You always end up being imprisoned just so you can have some peace & quiet. 

I bought a house 80miles out of Los Angeles to escape the bullshit. That apparently was an Epic #FAIL

…And now she’s doing Xena… I expect her to be butt naked in the next 15 minutes. (Not a pretty sight at all!)

Mind you, I’m sitting in my house doors & windows closed and locked washing machine running and I still hear her.

FUCK!

I am sick of other peoples crazy intruding on my life.

This sounds terrible…

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I have the entire house to myself, and the weekend to myself too!

For two whole days I can turn the house into my man cave… 

I don’t have to be embarrassed that I’m watching a really bad “b” or “c” grade scifi movie. I can stay in my boxers if that’s what I want to do. And I can eat what I want… when I want and nobody can say shit about it.

I’m on antibiotics again so I really shouldn’t be drinking… but I think I can sneak a Jack Daniels without the world coming to an end.

I do have to do some things, but those chores are actually chores that I like doing. The plan is to wash and wax my car and do a little detailing without endless interruptions. Then start pre-packing for a trip so I know everything I need and want is in the luggage and ready to go.

I don’t have to fix anyones technology but my own. If I don’t feel like fixin stuff, the shit can stay broken and there’s no-one to whine at me about when it’s going to be fixed.

I can walk around nude, stoke my dick and most blissfully of all… I can sleep the sleep of the dead without earplugs. I won’t be awaked 3 times a night.

And in further news… I knew as I typed it that I wouldn’t be home alone… The Godson showed up!

OK so no naked debauchery and I won’t be watching porn on the big screen. 

I can’t complain… he’s good company and tends to spend his time with his friends on the rare days off he has. He’s going to be looking after the house while I’m on a couple of trips. 

I do find myself wondering why his schedule is so erratic. It’s like he has no defined workweek and That has to be really tough given that he is a very social animal. He comes in and has to often do at least one week if not two of laundry and fit in his banking or other personal business affairs into a very few business hours.

For example he got off work yesterday at 5:00, the week is shot since it’s Friday and him raising anyone to do business is pretty unlikely, he goes back to work Sunday morning.

Just when the fuck is he supposed to deal with banking, his bills, or any of the other stuff that modern life entails.

I personally think the management where he’s working hasn’t ever managed a crew of people. They’re completely oblivious to the realities of their employee needs.

But it’s not my business. I can say I’d do it differently, but then again… I’ve managed crews of 20+ folks and have a bit of a clue about how to schedule folks.

On the plus side, he’s making pretty decent bank for someone his age. 

So my plans change a little bit… but I love the kid and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Humm man cave time on Sunday? 

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