My neighbors are so rotten. 80% of the time everything’s cool. But when it comes it comes to that 20% of life when things happen or need to be settled,conflicts. Or scaring someone or getting deserved attention they win every time. They think they have a right to drive people crazy. I’ve never met such entitled people who think they have every right to be sneaky and treacherous. I know that people are tuned into different things.But it bugs me that the fact that I face as much crap as anyone else is ignored but if it yet on the other hand they are the most sensitive people in the world when it comes to stealing attention or thougts of violence. Does anyone know what I’m talking about?
What are they doing @77nick77?
stealing attention? i don’t understand. could you explain a little deeper please? x
hope you feel better soon hard livingg witth noisy neighbours .
Like I said, 80% of the time things are cool here. But when it comes to power, survival, or a few other things they get pretty underhanded. They just play dumb. Or are hyper-sensitive to any threat. I know some of my stuff sounds “out there” but I’m trying to survive against people who are also trying to survive. I’m not near perfect but I live and let live.They think and act like in order for THEM to survive, that I can’t survive. What are they doing? Using their wits to win. It’s subtle.And sometimes not so subtle. Maybe a lot of this bull-****, but in whatever goes on between human beings, I am losing.
I don’t really understand, but I’m sorry you’re discouraged! 
Thanks. That helps.
Maybe that’s all I’m trying to say.
Well I like you a lot. 
Well thanks. I usually like people who like me. I will remember this.
Hey did you ever ask that young woman out for coffee? 
I’m waiting to see her in person. I missed my group the last couple weeks.
I see. What is the group for? AA, NA type stuff?
Depression…
Oh okay. Does she know about your Sz?
No. I don’t feel the need to tell anyone.
I kind of wish I didn’t feel the need to tell people. I mean it’s nice to get off my chest, but I told this one friend I really liked about it and I never heard from her again. I think she was just scared of mental illness, because I know she was a sweetheart.
Anyway, I suppose I should get to bed. Thanks for chattin’ with me, Nick!
See you later…