Angle of Vision: gift that keeps on giving

I am perverse. While I try not to bring more hatred into the world, I don’t mind aggravating it just a little. Ok, ok, maybe sometimes, just sometimes, more than a little. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a whole bunch of aggravation.

I grow aggravation, I like how I can aggravate with out being there in the physical sense.

Like with my bamboo.

When I read Velociworld's post about bamboo I realize just how perverse I am.

I planted bamboo around the perimeter of my entire backyard.

My neighbors were getting on my nerves, severely getting on my nerves.

That’s just wrong, you see, I believe I have a right to get on other peoples nerves but I don’t believe in reciprocity, no, no, they aren’t allowed to get on mine.

Selfish I am, that’s a fact Jack.

When I moved into this house, all the neighbors, every one of them, filed against me. All because I put up a privacy fence. My privacy fence wasn’t against deed restrictions or anything, but they had gotten used to using my backyard as a playground for their children.

A campaign of harassment of me by my neighbors and children escalated over months, vandalism and outright threatened intimidation of my family and me. It was horrible.

I’m just the one who moved in and put up a fence and stopped it, my property and all that. Never mind it wasn’t their property, they felt entitled you see, because their children wanted to play on my dirt.

Plus I had a feeling of deja vu, like when the white cross was burned in my front yard when I was a little girl. Brought back all kinds of nasty little memories.

After everything was settled and friendly relations were established, it just wasn’t enough for me.

I needed to give a gift of perverseness that would keep on giving. Something that would give me smiles for years to come.

I had to do something, well something, as one of my favorite characters would say, that would “Live long and prosper”. Even when I was long gone, a little something that my neighbors would remember me by.

Hence the bamboo. As I watch it popping up in their yard, spread underground for twenty feet just to come up in their flowerbeds, middle of their lawns, I felt and still feel just so darn good.

I luv me bamboo, it’s the gift that keeps on giving.

Comments

What happened to speedoman?

Posted by: livey | August 15, 2005 at 05:23 PM

SpeedoMan lives across the street. I live on the corner so only the two of the worst neighbors were affected. The one behind us and the one who lives next door.

Posted by: BeeBee | August 15, 2005 at 06:30 PM