July 14, 2011

• When Words Escape

     I haven't written about my non neighbors in a long while. There's reasoning in it as I feel like when I give attention to negative things, it can make it more powerful that it deserves.  Maybe it's a small cop out so I don't have to look at the ugliness that holds on to people.  It could be my disappointment that coming together in mind will not happen here.  Which ever it is or all of the above, I'm willing to move on.  But first...

     I had to deal with MORONS and I didn't like it!  Miss A got herself into a situation and brought the MORONS to my home.  Moron number one arrived and gave the door a quick, sharp sounding pound. I opened the door to see him standing in his dark glasses, and camo hat.  That's what I saw.  With more thought, I remember shorts and flip flops.  He was hunting.  In his hands was a small mini bike thing that I'd seen going up and down the street with many of the neighbor kids.  Unfortunately it didn't belong to any of them.  The chain was hanging off the bike. 

     As a parent, I've had this come up before and I have the standard lecture #5 about keeping your hands off of things that don't belong to you.  I can say this:  "What do you know about putting your hands on property that does not belong to you?"  They all get an "A" with their response:  "Don't do it!"  These are the words that they must hear in a calm and exact way.  In some cases they are put on limited or no access to certain things or places and they learn. I had no idea if Miss A had broken it and she was in the front, so I walked out to ask. 

     Unfortunately Moron number one doesn't have any updated information on parenting and starts to tell me that if I'd discipline my children... and off he went.  I still was trying to get to Miss A to have a CONVERSATION and GATHER INFORMATION.  He was on a roll in my face with the fact that I was the problem with society. I hid my children away and home schooled them and made everyone out to be the bad guy.  I interrupted and stated that he knew nothing about me.  I had home schooled one child and he had no idea of that either.  It had been 7 years ago. In any of our past encounters, he had spoke at me rather than to me.  He told me that he knew I talked about him behind his back.  I told him I didn't think about him at all.  He told me that my daughter had raised a stick to his son in the field across the street.  I reminded him that his son was threatening to hit her.  He told me that if his son had hit her, then she wouldn't get up.  That's when my calm went away.  I sent Miss A inside and told her that this was the drama that was possible when she put her hands on other's property. She was crying.

    Moran number two had been standing there throwing in sarcastic moronic remarks.  Info flash:  When I gathered the information that no one was willing to figure out before tripping down "hater lane", it all came down to moron number two's teenage son.  Moron number one was handling my responses with retreat and when I reminded moron number two that all the kids had been on the bike including his son, he started whining that I was blaming him.  I looked him in the face and said:  F- you, (his name) and walked away.  I said it loud and strong.  I walked across the street to my house with the bike and it escaped my mouth again.  My lovely kind neighbor looked up from her garden and then turned away.  I threw the bike in the back to be fixed and returned to the MORON, and said it again.  He is now yelling an apology and I said it again. I reminded moron number two that I had been there for him and his boys for a long time.  I said it again. College Dude said I said it five times.  The King slept through it as he got in at 5:30am and had air traffic control type ear plugs. 

     I went in the house and the tears came.  I was mad and totally pushed.  He had accomplished his hunt and I had dropped into his trap rather easily.  Hindsight of course!  Miss A was sitting on the couch with tears pouring off her face too.  I hugged and her and told her that she needed to look real hard into what had happen when she took part in taking what was not hers to take. I also told her that when she brought that drama into our home, she put me in the middle of dealing with MORANS!  I made it clear that I didn't like that at all.  I hugged her again and told her that these are the years to learn it and as she could tell, I was still learning how to not give away my calm.  Always a new lesson if we're willing to see it. 

    I went to the neighbor and apologized for my language or lack there of and she waved me off, telling me that she understood completely.  When I spoke to The King later he said that I'd probably just been venting for all the BS and stupid ass remarks and lack of being a father to his kids I'd put up with for the past 16 years with them as non neighbors. He had a grin on his face. Enough was enough.  My honesty came out in a language that he could understand. Power to breaking the language barrier?   

   

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