What Up With Neighbours, Anyway?

I live in a triplex on the top floor. I have some nice enough Jesus freak neighbours living below me. And when I say Jesus freaks I have to say that at least they’ve never come knocking on my door to convert me, but I tend to steer clear of them in case they decide that it would be a good idea to do that (and Lord knows I could use a little saving).

outsideplant.jpgAnyway, when my honey got home from work this evening he asked me if I had trimmed the plant in the hallway, because it looked great. I had over-watered it the other day when I bought some new plants and there were a whole bunch of brown leaves attached to it.

Our downstairs neighbours gave us this plant when we moved in 8 years ago.

But I didn’t trim the plant. And I have never trimmed the plant. The neighbours trim the plant.

I don’t know if they’re just being good Christians or something and looking after the plant that we are obviously making a mess of. Or whether they just want to take some cuttings to start some more plants of their own. Or maybe even that we’re pissing them off when they see these brown leaves hanging down over the stairwell.

Whatever the reason, even if it’s out of “niceness”, I find it a little nervy that they feel that they are able to come up to our place and touch our stuff (mom, Billy’s touching me!).

Perhaps they think it’s their right to touch it since they gave it to us.

I know, some of you are bound to think “WTF is wrong with you, I wish I had neighbours to look after my plants”, but really, is that not nervy to think you can just go up to someone else’s place and do something with their stuff?

I don’t touch their stuff. Maybe I should go with the flow and see if they’re interested in cleaning our part of the stairwell too? What would be a subtle way of manoeuvering that little intrusion?

1 Comment so far

  1. shy (unregistered) on August 24th, 2005 @ 8:11 pm

    i understand where you are coming from… it’s just one of those things where you’re not sure what the intentions were. and sometimes, you wonder why people might assume you need help in something before asking.

    if it were me, it wouldn’t matter. for one, my neighbours wouldn’t want to help and two… i’m horrible with plants. it would have been dead by now for sure!

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