A person can only be as friendly with their neighbors as they can be, but anymore all you have to do is wave and smile at someone, and they look at you like they want to take your head off. I guess they must be having a bad day 24/7.

Some people want to alienate the neighbours so they won't bug them to death. I don't subscribe to this belief however.I would want my neighbours to care say for instance if they saw someone brake into my home,instead of going out to offer to help load the stuff up.

i get the pleasure of enjoying a neighbor from hell. not only do you have to listen to her screech at her poor husband and kids her other hobby seems to be watching what is happening at my house and the fact that she finds that interesting enuf to have done it for almost 3 years tells me this woman has no life of her own and she needs some mental health issues confronted. how little i even paid attention to them i didnt know what any of them looked like for 2 years. now i know who that strange woman that kept saying hi to me and calling me by name was . everytime shed pass by me walking to the store id be bewildered for days trying to figure out how she knows me. i know now cuz she called the cops on us saying our bikes were stolen cuz my husbands friend caught her watching us through her kitchen window and he gave her a dirty look never called her anything didnt even flip her off just gave her a dirty look and she became so irate even one o the officers asked me a question pertaining to her mental status and they didnt find anything stolen

Ahh . . . nothin' like keepin' piles o' tires on your front and back lawn to drop the property values . . . .

I only know one of my neighbors; and I hope to keep it that way. Of course, I live on 10 acres, so my neighbor really isn't all that close to my house.

Sell your lawn mower, because you're going to let your yard return to nature. Be sure to have at least a couple of ferocious Dobermans who bark constantly and menace passerby. Run with a rough crowd, preferably drug dealers and prison escapees. Entertain these characters at all hours of the night. Before you know it, you will have purchased your ticket out of suburbia. UPDATE: What with my sleazy friends, snarling dogs, avoidance of yardwork, and of course my evil vigilante group, my scheme to get kicked out of suburbia is working very nicely. We have been profiled on a local news station as South Carolina's Leading Degenerates and a Kick out The Scarletfeather Family petition has recently been making the rounds. I can only weep silent tears of pride, as I behold my successful efforts. To hell with suburbia! Now I can be a full-fledged renegade!

One of my pet peeves. The people next door to me like to turn on their power tools in the middle of the night... maybe it's some bizarre sexual fetish, because I keep waiting for the sound to mingle with oh! oh! yes! oh! yes!