First Report

Earlier today I played classical music to cleanse my mind. Decent behavior for certain people where I live has lost it's prominent stature. Regardless of the poor account prevailed upon as low income, society within communities bound under the guise of lesser means and fated to survival below normal standards, decent behavior remains a concept placed upon the conscience and will of discretion.

Take for example, certain people I endure from day to day on this dead end street. By certain people I refer to those of whom I speak, void of others possessing a mild nature who live a silent and secluded life, as I prefer. We are disclosed to ourselves, however, when the opportunity arrives we exchange light chatter and friendly greeting. I  must say friendly greetings are usually a shared bond among each neighbor.

These certain people were the unwanted muse that led me to write this blog. They moved next door to me several months ago. The kids looked pleasant, they were friendly and seemed to be well behaved. However, as the days past by it became evident that they weren't little angels. They started throwing trash in our yard, banging on the fence for no apparent reason, their ball accidentally flew across the fence so they could enter our property to retrieve it over and over again.

I expect my quiet world to have a level of interruption during the course of a
day, but certain people without bounds restricting their acceptance of ignorance convey total disrespect for their neighbors. I can't recall a single account of a friendly greeting or introduction. They automatically assumed it was alright to use my fence to drape rags or tee shirts. My car became a resting post for their friends and relatives. My fence was also delegated as a backboard to shoot hoops.

One shameful day I couldn't take hearing the clang and jiggle of that ball clashing against the fence. I was trying to rest because I had a headache. The certain people were gathered outside with friends and other children. I guess they thought it would be nice for the kids to have something to do. I walked to the door,
saw the grown ups standing there smiling and thinking nothing of the noise, and I snapped.

This is what I wrote about the melt down...

I yelled, that wasn't me.
Was I right to yell? I can't say.
I felt I was within my right to yell,
but should I have yelled?

Why does it matter?
I think I should address my spirited
dramatics in response to the noise.

So what if I stressed?
I spent hours listening,
And grinding my thoughts to hold
back my temper.

I hoped the disturbance would
simmer down, but it didn't.
Should I have ignored their
disregard and disrespect?

They were taking liberty
to abuse my property.
It's not so much the property
as the principle of respect.

I'd heard enough, and couldn't
bear to hear the noise another
second. So I yelled!!!!!!
Stop throwing that ball on
my fence, that's irritating.

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Six days ago, I attempted to report my account of their son bashing his foot against the headlight of my car and slapping his hand across the hood to the proper authorities. I was surprised and disappointment when told my eyewitness account wasn't sufficient enough, and deemed a phantom story because the officer didn't witness the incident.

I was advised to talk to the boy's father, after all in places 'like these" and apartments we have no jurisdiction of  property. My intention wasn't to claim ownership of the driveway, I wanted to defend my property which sits on the land of which I have no rights. The bleak advice to talk to the parent only pitted my complaint against the denial of his son. I'd hope that the conversation would at least establish a boundary, it has helped a bit, but I can't rest knowing he has access to my car's surroundings.

During our talk the father agreed that his son should stay in front of their area when he has friends visit. He mentioned that he himself told his son not to lean on my car. His son said in his defense, I told them not to lean on her car. He obviously forgot his denial of ever being near my car. I noticed the father didn't address the fact that I said his son kicked my car. His avoidance of the foot to my car issue made it clear that he didn't want to believe his son could do such a thing.

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My grievance is I detest the ignorance of acceptance as an excuse to fail life's inalienable right to be decent and respectful to others, yourself and society as a whole. I'm irritated beyond belief, I want to degrade them for self satisfaction, but undo words won't detail the underlined problem. My meek and quiet world no longer has a moments peace,

I must constantly protect myself from the threat of being influenced by distorted manners. Crudeness of words are secondary in nature as embellishment for compelled behavior signifying strength, and boldness of attitude within confines having tainted representation. This is life expected for those who willingly accept it as fate, while conveniently blocking out any positive aspect which could help guide them to choose a more favorable lifestyle.

"Life is basically what you make it, with what you choose to utilize and build upon. I believe character should be the cornerstone for monitoring behavior, it's a trait completely within our control. Without character you have nothing in which to base yourself."