I’ve lived in my current apartment for over a year, have said hi to my neighbors outside on several occasions, and I don’t know any of their names. I understand the urge to just completely avoid the awkward.
I’m weirdly sociable with some neighbors and avoid others like the plague… I have no idea why I avoid some while I talk to others…well,one family has a child and children are the devil incarnate, but I have no idea why I avoid the other ones.
Here, here! It isn’t that I don’t like them. I just don’t like small talk and such. That, and most of my neighbors have kids, which I avoid like the plague.
We have only gotten to know about three neighbors total in the various places we’ve lived the past six years. My favorite neighbor (cause she was more a friend we lived next to) called us The Hermit Crabs. Because you know we are there, but you never see us. She made us a little sign for the door and everything. 😀
You see, the trick is to look them in the eye while you walk past them, without saying anything. Oh, and you have to be masturbating. The masturbation asserts your dominance.
I do the same. It’s not a problem to say Hi when I see someone, but I don’t know why I hate going out of my apartment and seeing someone just when I’m in front of my door.
We tried…but the people to our right are ruled by an….unstable…matriarch who made us endured 10 months (instead of the intended 6) of construction starting at seven (quiet hours in my neighborhood last until 8), the ones to the left are very private, the ones across from us are okay, and we don’t really know the rest.
There is a joke (that are somewhat accurate) that all people here in Stockholm does that when they leave their appartment. And when someone tries to speak with you do you rush instead and just nodding politly and saying hi quick.
My current neighbors are very social and always want to stop and chat far beyond just the usual hellos, they’re all good friends with each other and I guess just think everyone in this building wants to be super best friends too. They also have little sense of boundaries – I left my front door open once this summer and some of them just invited themselves in and started critiquing my decorating. And one of them is super creepy who always says creepy things to me every time he sees me and the rest just stand and watch while he does. So yeah, I go to great lengths to avoid them, to the point I sometimes feel trapped in my own apartment, waiting for them to stop gabbing so I can leave without having to answer a barrage of questions about my personal life. Bleeeech neighbors.
glad to see I’m not the only one going through that all the time… sometimes I even avoid my roommates like that x__x
Hahaha, me too!
About the same amount of time… I’m the vice president of my HOA… and I only know maybe five out of over a hundred houses.
I’ve lived in my current apartment for over a year, have said hi to my neighbors outside on several occasions, and I don’t know any of their names. I understand the urge to just completely avoid the awkward.
I’ve always thought of home as the place you go to get away from Other People.
I’m weirdly sociable with some neighbors and avoid others like the plague… I have no idea why I avoid some while I talk to others…well,one family has a child and children are the devil incarnate, but I have no idea why I avoid the other ones.
I am totally the neighbor you’re trying to avoid. 4 years in my 12 unit building and I finally got a dinner invite. But then the canceled.
My life. Any task that requires going outside takes twice as long.
My gosh, me and my girlfriends do exactly the same!! We also usually rush into the elevator to avoid other people getting in with us.
Wait… avoiding your neighbors is unusual? I do it all the time. Heck, I hardly ever talk to my roommate.
Here, here! It isn’t that I don’t like them. I just don’t like small talk and such. That, and most of my neighbors have kids, which I avoid like the plague.
I mean, “hear, hear!” Heh
We have only gotten to know about three neighbors total in the various places we’ve lived the past six years. My favorite neighbor (cause she was more a friend we lived next to) called us The Hermit Crabs. Because you know we are there, but you never see us. She made us a little sign for the door and everything. 😀
You see, the trick is to look them in the eye while you walk past them, without saying anything. Oh, and you have to be masturbating. The masturbation asserts your dominance.
That’s something that only really works for penis-wielders.
Well with that attitude it certainly won’t work!
I would imagine vigorous attention to any significant body part would have the desired result. Also it hurts to laugh so hard you snort beer. 😉
I do the same. It’s not a problem to say Hi when I see someone, but I don’t know why I hate going out of my apartment and seeing someone just when I’m in front of my door.
Haha, glad to see someone else does this, honestly i’m currently doing it to my roommate now
We tried…but the people to our right are ruled by an….unstable…matriarch who made us endured 10 months (instead of the intended 6) of construction starting at seven (quiet hours in my neighborhood last until 8), the ones to the left are very private, the ones across from us are okay, and we don’t really know the rest.
I’m exactly the same way, and luckily we’ve always had neighbors the same way too so we have an unspoken agreement to mutually avoid each other XD.
There is a joke (that are somewhat accurate) that all people here in Stockholm does that when they leave their appartment. And when someone tries to speak with you do you rush instead and just nodding politly and saying hi quick.
My current neighbors are very social and always want to stop and chat far beyond just the usual hellos, they’re all good friends with each other and I guess just think everyone in this building wants to be super best friends too. They also have little sense of boundaries – I left my front door open once this summer and some of them just invited themselves in and started critiquing my decorating. And one of them is super creepy who always says creepy things to me every time he sees me and the rest just stand and watch while he does. So yeah, I go to great lengths to avoid them, to the point I sometimes feel trapped in my own apartment, waiting for them to stop gabbing so I can leave without having to answer a barrage of questions about my personal life. Bleeeech neighbors.