Do you happen to come around people who are living clichés? I do a lot. Newest example: The nosy neighbor. She’s snoopy, she’s old, she’s bored, she lives alone with two cats, she owns two or three pieces of clothing but she’s washing all day long and she’ll use your washing day if you’re not around. She’ll also drop by on the day you move in to complain about how much noise you make, even if it’s only a 10-seconds-noise, and she sets the rules for the whole house, even if she’s not the owner, the landlord or anyone of importance…But everything has to abide by her reign. You can’t come or go without her noticing. You’ll never alone in the stairwell, in fact you’re simply never alone. Big brother is always watching you.
Until one day you come home and there’s a cooking pot in your mailbox with a note on it which says: “I’m a cooking pot, someone left me in the stairwell, I had to undergo a thorough cleaning because I started stinking…” etc. etc. Upon which you take the pot out of your mailbox and post a note on it saying: “Dear neighbors, happy holidays to all of you! This pot doesn’t belong to me. I know my pots by heart and they do not tend to take leave or bunk but stay at home and behave. So I kindly ask you not to put the pot in my mail. Thanks a lot!” And then, there’s your mother of course, who’s very emotional, meets the nosy neighbor in the stairwell and asks her if she knows what privacy means. This leads to the nosy neighbor threatening you with an order for your mother to stay away from the house, signed by all the other neighbors.
My snoopy neighbor’s wish didn’t come true. Our landlord send us a notice of termination of our rental contract due to an upcoming complete refurbishment in spring 2012. So, dear neighbor, you can take your threats with you, when you leave and threaten your future neighbors in the next house you’ll live in, if someone will have you…
Isn’t life funny: All of us, we have the one or other bizarre story to tell, our very own little “pot stories”. You move in and before you know, you have to move out again. You find someone nice and before you know, you have to revise your first impression. But that’s life. We live and we learn. Long live the pots that make us learn! What do we learn? To love it, change it or…leave it!
Radical Face: Welcome Home
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