My poor neighbours

As I sit outside tonight, enjoying my nightly toke before bed, I realize something unexpected: I’m unintentionally eavesdropping on my neighbors. Not just the ones directly next door or the ones who share a fence with me, but neighbors a few houses down. My stoner mind eventually catches on—I’m not just overhearing muffled voices; I can clearly hear every word without even trying.

For context, I know I’m loud. Anyone who knows me will tell you I don’t have an indoor voice—never have. Whispering? Not in my vocabulary. And when I’m feeling emotional, my voice doesn’t just go up a little—it skyrockets. Some might call it yelling, but for me, it’s just my natural way of expressing myself. I don’t even think of it as yelling.

And then it hits me. I have neighbors. One of them has hated me since day one. Why? Because my ex drove my truck over her lawn a few times. I swear it was him, not me. He even owned up to it, but her response was, “It couldn’t have been you. You’re too nice. You don’t need to cover for her like that.” Like… really, lady? Piss Off!

On the other side of the house, there’s a family with kids. Their son has developmental challenges, so they tend to keep to themselves. Then there’s the single guy who lives in the back. I see him almost daily as our schedules overlap, but we’ve never had a real conversation. The family up front is very polite when we cross paths, but the guy in the back? He doesn’t say much. Occasionally, he’ll give me a polite wave and a smile. And no, don’t get it twisted—it’s not some creepy flirtation. I walk around outside in practically nothing all the time, and he doesn’t bat an eye. He’s not bad-looking or anything, just not my type. Besides, I’ve seen his ex-wife, and let’s just say I couldn’t hold a candle to her even if I tried.

But now that I know how easily I can hear them, I can’t help but wonder—how much do they hear from me? How much does this guy at the back know about my life? How many of my arguments have reached his ears? How often has he heard me yell? Maybe that’s why this guy just waves and smiles—out of politeness… or maybe out of fear, I mean Adam does say he is 'terrified of me'. Who knows? Or maybe he's just a little dramatic cause I can loose my shit on my kids and they don't even get scared, more often then not they laugh and wait till 'mommy has her medicine' and comes to apologize as I always do.