…and just like that, I’m at 0 for 2 with my crazy assed neighbors.
That is not a gripe.
Maybe I should say 2 for 2, since they’re both out of the building now? Even if the latest departure turns out to only be temporary.
I haven’t started finished my post about CrazyTown down the hall, but his brother is here this weekend cleaning up after his trust and the family evicted him a few weeks back. I’ll get there, though. Know this: the sounds of repair work being done in the unit down the hall is quieter than the sounds of CrazyTown merely existing. That’s a surreal realization.
If I put a little work into it, there’s probably a great portmanteau in that last sentence.
Anyway, waking up to the above message was just icing on the cake of being able to feel safe in my own building. Finally.
For those of you who don’t know about my other crazy ass neighbor, he’s the guy I first met when the HOA President sent out a Ring pic of him asking if anyone knew who the heck he was. Turns out, one of the owners in absentia had hired a bottom tier property management company that had moved this lil creeper in without alerting the Board. Suffice to say, this isn’t the optimal introduction to your new community.
Especially one as small as out little 18-unit enclave.
My second “introduction” to this guy was the first time I heard him serenading his gun at the top of his lungs at 2 in the morning. That’s right, I said first time.
I’m happy if that ambulance trip is one-way. In a community as small as ours, two out of 18 units housing mentally unstable people seems a bit high. That is, unless ~12% of the general population is crazy? That seems high, even for Portland with its current mental health crisis.
atleastihaveafrigginglass 
When the family finally gives up, the mentally ill simply end up on the streets…my street in particular since there’s a old railroad easement that runs the length of my street. If I could do anything to help them, I would try; but most of them are beyond help. I just heave a sigh of relief when they move on. I hope your reprieve lasts.
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Pretty close. Up to 25% of the population has a diagnosable mental illness. Only 1 in twenty have dangerous or severe disorders. And while I am a great disbeliever in “depression” (the I’m a victim variety) I have seen the effects of severe clinical depression. Which usually accompanies other serious disorders like schizophrenia, and bipolar disorders. The highest are depressive events and anxiety. I think as the youngsters grow up with fewer coping mechanisms the numbers will grow up. My dad was in WWII and his general rule of thumb was put on your big boy panties and deal with it, whatever “it” was. My favorite catch-all is “borderline personality”, a disorder only enhanced by the social media mentality (attention addiction). There is no more fertile ground for blossoming narcissism than the ‘net.
Singing praises to his gun? I just stole that. Check’s in the mail.
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I am losing touch with what is considered “normal” these days but I do love your term “surrealization.” Heck, I love just seeing “portmanteau” in a sentence.
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