For some reason, when making friends and meeting neighbors, I always seem to attract the crazies.
When we were at Fort Hood, our neighbors were especially crazy. The would come over to borrow things often and when we would ask for it back they would deny that we ever lent it to them. They had insane dogs that would bark ALL night long. They parked on our side of the driveway. Etc... I also had a few friends at Hood who were psychotic and stalked my house when I wasn't there. Looking in windows and such. Creepy.
At Bragg in the first village I lived in, the neighbors that shared the unit with us were clinically crazy (I assume). Holes were punched in walls. They left their dog in their house for two weeks and went on vacation. The wife would come over crying about needed a babysitter at all hours of the day and night. My neighbors on the other side would watch me out their window and when I would get back from shopping I would get IM's "I saw you went to Walmart. What did you buy?"
I just can't escape them apparently. Stuart says it is because I am too nice. Lindsay says it is because I act interested instead of horrified like a normal person would.
So when my new neighbor rang the doorbell yesterday and opened her mouth and started talking, I should have known I was in a bit of trouble. "Hi, I am your new neighbor __________. Glad to have you move in but we are moving out. My husband is a giant douche and we are getting divorced. Me and my two kids are moving in with my mom. My brother is flying down to help me pack our POD. You know how it is. The Army lifestyle sucks."
Full disclosure. FULL disclosure. And that went on for over 15 minutes. I think they only thing she didn't tell me was her SS# and if she has any identifying markers on her body.
Apparently, I need to practice my horrified face. It sucks being a good listener and it is hard to turn that on and off when talking to the crazy people.
7 comments from the peanut gallery:
LOL. At least you actually meet your neighbors. I've met one neighbor on one side of me. The wife seems to hate me though, I can tell, the husband is nice enough, brings the kids cookies and once brought my husband some meat loaf. Kinda weird.
So does that mean you're back in Fort Bragg?
Yes it does. :)
Yeah the full disclosure thing BAFFLES me. Especially with military wives, I just sit there listening hoping the world will open up and swallow me whole. I'm also thinking, christ my husband would kill me if I spewed this stuff to others.
What is it with some people?
I'm with ya'll about being just as baffled by these people. They scare me a bit. I will admit tho that at some point I am sure I was one of those who overshared. I certainly hope that doesn't mean I was considered crazy tho:) Maybe they are just the kind of people who REALLY need to get a blog!
Some people are so weird lol
ROFL!!
I thought I was the only one with crazy neighbours!
This move was better, my hubby knew my neighbour from training and she is the best!
But I've had some doozies!
I'm sorry you've had such crazy neighbors, but it's *so* good to get some validation there! LOL! I thought I was the only one who was a magnet for these whackadoos :) We had crazies at Bragg, too, when we were there. What is it with the watching out the windows thing? Geez!
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