Liars...

I am not sure why I have such an ongoing relationship with people who lie to me, but I do.  I know I have to own my part in it.  It is hard though when the people who lie to you the most are people you love.  Well, some of them anyway...

I am just really down today on people.  I feel disappointed and hurt that people do not keep their word.  People who don’t really matter, and people much closer to me that do....

And I tolerate it so...

Like my asshole neighbor, well apparently her giving me two weeks with an extension to the end of the month to rehome the roosters BEFORE she called the county was a lie.  Also, apparently her care and concern for the animals finding a good home was also just bullshit. Figures.  She is such a fucking jerk, why did I believe her?  Well because she put it in writing for one thing...why even bother giving me the fucking note if she was just going to call the county anyway?  Yep, you guessed it, the county showed up yesterday...I wasn’t home but now they have to come inspect my property to make sure there are no roosters...I mean, you just need to listen, and you will know there aren’t any.

I don’t know why I believed her.  I mean it was less than a week from her shitty little missive to the day I found a new home for them.  Less than a week!  With two roosters!  That is not an easy feat.  But that doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter that I didn’t knowingly obtain said roosters to begin with.  Or that I paid extra to NOT get any fucking roosters.  None of that matters.

It doesn’t matter that I was equally, if not more disturbed by the incessant crowing all the time.  It doesn’t matter that I was diligent in finding them good homes where they are not used in cock fighting or killed.  She just went ahead and called the county anyway.  

So let’s just review who is the asshole here:

I didn’t know we weren’t allowed to have roosters.

I unwillingly ended up with two of them.

She complained via shitty little note on my car which required her to trespass on my property to leave it there and she gave me two weeks to find them good homes before she called the county

Within a week of her “note” I found them new homes

Three days AFTER I had already rehomed them, the county shows up at my door which means that she complained likely BEFORE she even left me the “note” unless the county is so on top of this whole rooster situation that they have a special Taskforce to make sure the code regarding roosters is followed up upon IMMEDIATELY!

Now I have to deal with some county person whose job should be dealing with more pressing problems then roosters that no longer exist here

SHE IS A LIAR!  AND A SHITTY NEIGHBOR!

But really what has landed for me is how unhappy do you have to be as a human being to act like this?  To live Nextdoor to someone whom you loathe so much that you just can’t wait to find out something that you can complain about?  I feel so sorry for her and her miserable existence.  What a sad, pathetic little life she must lead being a liar and so openly hostile when there is absolutely no need.  I have many other neighbors and we all get along.  That isn’t to say that our behaviors do not sometimes annoy the fuck out of each other, but we give each other some grace and when that expires, we discuss it with each other like adults are supposed to do.  We don’t give artificial deadlines that are just thinly disguised lies.

I want to move but I will not give her the satisfaction.  I am so done living in this world where bullies get ahead. Nice guys might finish last and while that kinda sucks when you are the nice guy it sure beats living like a complete and utter asshole all your life.  I would rather be last and nice, then first and a cunt.  Yep, I totally went there.

As you can see, I’m pissy this morning.  I resent having to deal with all of this when I did what I was supposed to do and I never intentionally did anything to cause this whole debacle anyway.  I’m not saying that I don’t have a part, it is just that my part was unintentional and when brought to my attention I handled it, ethically and swiftly.

I find myself longing to live on the side of a mountain somewhere where there are no people.  Just like it takes three “attagirls “to combat one negative comment, it apparently takes three good neighbors to counterbalance one thunderous cunt.  I think I would like to live somewhere else where I don’t have to three good neighbors just to even out the one shitty one.  But, in truth, I would not give her the satisfaction of moving.  But if and when I do, I am going to make sure that whomever I sell this house to promises to be the neighbor she thinks me to be...I hope then she finally gets the neighbor she deserves...

And I hope they live here for a long, long time...until then, I am just going to be over here living my best life, not giving her any of my serenity at all. Well, right after I finish this piece, anyway. I mean, I gotta put the resentment somewhere, and better here than filling her yard with 400 roosters...HA! But I wouldn't do that to the roosters...

Again, still...