Oh shit, a bug

one day, i hope to be moved from your downloads folder into somewhere more deliberate

in so many ways am i better than who i was five or ten years ago. in a few ways i am worse but that’s show biz, baby

look upon my sons and despair

my neighbour stopped me when I was taking out my recycling, and said "when I park in front of your driveway and block it, and you leave a note on my car that reads 'please don't block my driveway', it makes me really mad." and I was just nodding like oh okay. yeah? huh.

he brought up that I should feel indebted to him bc he ‘cleared my driveway’ with his leaf blower, but what actually happened is that he gathered every leaf from both of our properties and piled it in a calf-high mass at the bottom of my front steps, which I had to wade through to exit my house. I genuinely thought he did this as a calculated attack. it did not occur to me that it was a good deed.

there has been some change in behaviour for the positive, though. like he hasn’t parked in front of my driveway lately, which is nice. and he stopped banging on my windows when I asked him not to. and he doesn’t go in my backyard anymore because I said “please stop doing that” and he said “I don’t do that,” and I said “I was literally watching you,” and he said “I only wanted to look over the fence into the other neighbour’s yard.” and he’s stopped going on to my porch at night to borrow my shovel (mainly because he broke the shovel and threw the pieces into my backyard), and he hasn’t taken my ornamental chicken statue and placed it in his garden again because I said “please don’t steal my chicken statue I can literally see it in your garden”. and he also hasn’t broken my recycling bin again, presumably because the lid can’t split in two any further. so we’ve had some positive improvements.

important context to this is that the guy yells at his wife a lot, and yells at the female tenants living in his basement, and because he perceives me as a woman, I am slotted into the 'should cower in fear of his testicles' category. but I'm also 6'2 and constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown, so I can't really manage more than a dead-eyed stare when he tries this. just standing out there in my house slippers going "oh okay" until he pauses long enough for me to slip in a firm "but please don't bang on my windows anymore."

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it