My Neighbors

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My neighbors.

Left, Right, Front, Back, and Upstairs. My neighbors are these set of feelings that live with me or with whom I live. Either way they surround me. They are such inevitable neighbors that I am just tired of them.

On the right side of my house, lives Horrible. Now, Mr. Horrible here is the kind of nosy neighbors. You know the kind who are always barging in, putting their nose in your business. He has even made a door in the wall that separates my house from his and he comes and goes whenever he wants, uninvited and unwanted, but he has this remarkable ability to do whatever he wants and not care what others might want.

On the left side of my house live Useless. Now, don’t go for his name. He is a clever boy who has no influence of his name on him. Yeah, I think he is very good at what he does. He is a chemist. All day long he is busy with his beakers and funnels and tons of pots with strange and smelly liquids. I am pretty sure he makes one of his weird potions and sends the fumes towards my house. Putting me in some kind of trance and making me feel just like his name. Guess what boy! that’s not what your parents named you useless for ! or well I don’t know maybe they did. I’ll never know.

Then my upstairs tenant is Miss Guilt. She is one hell of a noisy neighbor. I can always hear her footsteps overhead. I can hear her laughing and talking.I swear she makes noise even when she is sleeping.No matter how much I want to muffle her voices and her presence, she is there. I think I am also starting to hear her in my dreams. I am afraid she has made some holes in the floor which she uses to peek downstairs, that’s how she is always there. God forbid I also feel the floor will collapse someday and she will start living with me. huh*

I also have a quiet neighbor. Yeah, I have each type available. This one is Anxiety, an old wrinkly woman who lives in the house at the back of mine. She is really spooky I might add. Who knows she might be a witch and has voodoo dolls in her house.Yeah, that’s what she is, she uses magic and has my voodoo doll. She twists and pokes and crushes it whenever she wants. I am scared of that old lady.

I have one nice neighbor too. Yeah. Her name is Hope. My front door neighbor, this nice woman with a warm smile. But I think the 30 feet wide street distance between her house and mine feels more like 30,000 feet. Maybe the wicked witch is magically increasing the distance. huh. Getting hold of her is very difficult, but I still try. Well, on days when my other neighbors give me rest, which they hardly do!

I am sure they have a party at Sarcasm’s house every now and then, which is the seventh house at the left of mine.He is a party animal, he parties all the time.They all party together and laugh and joke around and say how I am so stupid living between them.

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11 thoughts on “My Neighbors

  1. Clever. I had a mirror when I was younger and my neighbors faces always showed when I gazed into it. One day Love held my mirror and when I looked into it the mirror shattered and a new one appeared. In this mirror I see that I am a treasure and peace, hope and love smile back at me.

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