i’ve always heard that when you find yourself not liking someone else .. ask, what it about yourself that you’re not a fan of that you might be projecting onto this person? it’s been insightful for me, at least :) still hate some people .. & still working on myself lol
Excellent theory. The people who bug us are usually pushing buttons about stuff we don't like about ourselves, right? Also i think we live in the same neighborhood so maybe memorize this avatar in case I come running towards you someday so you wont be (too) afraid :)
My childhood home in Arcadia all of our neighbors were close. The “enemy” would have been a sweet old guy named bud who was once a Jockey for the Santa Anita race track, he rode seabiscuit. He was great. Always bringing over zucchini’s. I knew him all my life, he died a few years ago at the age of 100, I cried. BUT the house to the next to him on the left is this mean old bitch who would call the cops about his dogs barking. She was nuts. So I would count her. She’s the only one out of our neighborhood clique we had. She is the enemy. Also, I second the instantly hating someone and becoming friends. Most of my closest friendships happened this way. Mind you, I only have like 4 friends but still. This was a fun read to help with a really weird day. Hope you’re doing well :)
I have a vivid imagination about things & people. Maybe that's why I'm mostly a bad judge of character. Is this a Sag thing? And I love that song and Eric Burdon. I hung out with him once at a friend's a few years ago. He would definitely be on the right as a neighbor!
Yes pet, but what if you're not a new subscriber? what if you’ve been a paid subscriber for quite a while now. What if everytime you write about being a single mom and (talented! yet,) struggling artist, and implore people to subscribe you think “oh! I love kelly’s writing! I’ll def pay for it!” And then you remember you've already subscribed… not whinging so much as just saying, i’d do it again 💗😍💗
After reading ‘Everything is Perfect When You’re A Liar’ several years ago, I stumbled on your Instagram (cannot thank you enough for the daily TikToks - they are the highlight of my day! 🥰) and then your newsletter. I creeped for a minute then subscribed because you are amazing and appreciated for sharing with all of us! My neighbor directly across the street and to the left gets out of his car when he arrives home from work and walks halfway to his door then turns around and locks his car using his key fob which makes a stupidly loud noise instead of just locking it with his finger while exiting the car. It never fails to make me jump every single time because for whatever reason his horn sound when locking is much louder than a horn should really be. I hate him just for this.
After being stacked in urban Seattle maintaining of quiver of enemy neighbors, I moved mid pandemic. Now my neighbors are beavers and otters and I can only kinda see one house near me. Best change for my mental health.
I don't know any of my neighbors. They're all conservative gun-owners and I have a Beto sticker on my car. We want nothing to do with each other. I named my wifi "wet ass pu**y" (but actually spelled out) and I hope it offends them everytime they have to connect.
OMG yes! My NATSTYL (the word "nasty" is literally in the acronym) parks their hideous RV across their driveway. It covers the entire width of their lot and makes the whole street look trashy. One night I caught them draining their waste tank into a manhole. You can bet I reported their asses. You can also bet I live in suburban Edmonton.
Your addendum rings true for me. I met my best friend of 30 years working at a gas station. She was a new hire the manager threw on shift before he did any training. I was hungover, no sleep and she has legs up to my chest, blonde and pretty. I hated her.
After going home and crying to my boyfriend about my "terrible day" and finally sleeping I realized I was the asshole. The next day I apologized and we've been ride or die since.
I’m glad you didn’t say “across the street and two houses to the left” because that is Alice and she is 101 and awesome. Walks to the river with her daughter every single evening to watch the sunset. Only misses it when the weather is bad or when golf is on television.
In one instance in my life, the initial impression proved to be false. In the end, I almost lost my best friend.
Thank you for the music. Great theory!
i’ve always heard that when you find yourself not liking someone else .. ask, what it about yourself that you’re not a fan of that you might be projecting onto this person? it’s been insightful for me, at least :) still hate some people .. & still working on myself lol
appreciate you, Hannah :)
That's some fine 1970's music!
Excellent theory. The people who bug us are usually pushing buttons about stuff we don't like about ourselves, right? Also i think we live in the same neighborhood so maybe memorize this avatar in case I come running towards you someday so you wont be (too) afraid :)
Hate that he’s giving the real Dopple-Lester a bad name. Hate it more that you were yelled at four years…
My childhood home in Arcadia all of our neighbors were close. The “enemy” would have been a sweet old guy named bud who was once a Jockey for the Santa Anita race track, he rode seabiscuit. He was great. Always bringing over zucchini’s. I knew him all my life, he died a few years ago at the age of 100, I cried. BUT the house to the next to him on the left is this mean old bitch who would call the cops about his dogs barking. She was nuts. So I would count her. She’s the only one out of our neighborhood clique we had. She is the enemy. Also, I second the instantly hating someone and becoming friends. Most of my closest friendships happened this way. Mind you, I only have like 4 friends but still. This was a fun read to help with a really weird day. Hope you’re doing well :)
I have a vivid imagination about things & people. Maybe that's why I'm mostly a bad judge of character. Is this a Sag thing? And I love that song and Eric Burdon. I hung out with him once at a friend's a few years ago. He would definitely be on the right as a neighbor!
Yes pet, but what if you're not a new subscriber? what if you’ve been a paid subscriber for quite a while now. What if everytime you write about being a single mom and (talented! yet,) struggling artist, and implore people to subscribe you think “oh! I love kelly’s writing! I’ll def pay for it!” And then you remember you've already subscribed… not whinging so much as just saying, i’d do it again 💗😍💗
Almost every best friend I’ve ever had, I thought I hated them upon meeting.
After reading ‘Everything is Perfect When You’re A Liar’ several years ago, I stumbled on your Instagram (cannot thank you enough for the daily TikToks - they are the highlight of my day! 🥰) and then your newsletter. I creeped for a minute then subscribed because you are amazing and appreciated for sharing with all of us! My neighbor directly across the street and to the left gets out of his car when he arrives home from work and walks halfway to his door then turns around and locks his car using his key fob which makes a stupidly loud noise instead of just locking it with his finger while exiting the car. It never fails to make me jump every single time because for whatever reason his horn sound when locking is much louder than a horn should really be. I hate him just for this.
After being stacked in urban Seattle maintaining of quiver of enemy neighbors, I moved mid pandemic. Now my neighbors are beavers and otters and I can only kinda see one house near me. Best change for my mental health.
I don't know any of my neighbors. They're all conservative gun-owners and I have a Beto sticker on my car. We want nothing to do with each other. I named my wifi "wet ass pu**y" (but actually spelled out) and I hope it offends them everytime they have to connect.
OMG yes! My NATSTYL (the word "nasty" is literally in the acronym) parks their hideous RV across their driveway. It covers the entire width of their lot and makes the whole street look trashy. One night I caught them draining their waste tank into a manhole. You can bet I reported their asses. You can also bet I live in suburban Edmonton.
Your addendum rings true for me. I met my best friend of 30 years working at a gas station. She was a new hire the manager threw on shift before he did any training. I was hungover, no sleep and she has legs up to my chest, blonde and pretty. I hated her.
After going home and crying to my boyfriend about my "terrible day" and finally sleeping I realized I was the asshole. The next day I apologized and we've been ride or die since.
I’m glad you didn’t say “across the street and two houses to the left” because that is Alice and she is 101 and awesome. Walks to the river with her daughter every single evening to watch the sunset. Only misses it when the weather is bad or when golf is on television.