Week 12 on #memoirmonday already and @ericvancewalton can't believe we are already at a dozen. I shortened this week's prompt from What were your next door neighbors like when you were a child? to a title of Neighbours...Canuck spelling. You can read about this movement here https://hive.blog/memoirmonday/@ericvancewalton/memoir-monday-week-twelve-527-61
For me, we moved around a few times so it is an exercise in long-term memory to recall. The first ones I can remember were a bully and a friend of the family. Then, some white trash and a quiet family who kept to themselves. After that, a home in the country with no neighbours. Lastly, random people we never got to know on one side, an the other was a friend of the family who turned into an epic hoarder. Then, on my own and not a child any more. Rather underwhelming with no pictures.
These Days
I have been at the present Pickle palace for over a decade with the same neighbours the whole time. I don't take pictures of them or their stuff because nobody wants a neighbour who does that! So, I had to search long and hard for a picture of Marc's place. He is a super nice guy who keeps to himself but has nice things to say in passing. Never avoids a greeting but is not overly keen for a discussion of any sort. My kinda guy. Perfect neighbour.
Then There's Jerry...
Took me even longer to find a shot looking west towards Jerry because I want even less do do with him. Jerry hates my guts and it seems to rot his soul that his property is adjacent to mine. No need to go into detail but every attempt to make him happy or be courteous has been misinterpreted to take the form of a mortal insult of one form or another. Jerry hates ALL his neighbours but probably me the most. Not that I think it is completely unwarranted but I have had about enough of his existence and try and plague him with my company as little as possible.
I believe that if you find yourself surrounded by assholes, chances are you are the asshole.