Or maybe it's just me.... but some people are just plain weird!
Yesterday mom and I drove over to visit with one of my brothers. Had a nice visit. Lovely weather here and the countryside is simply gorgeous. I'm digressing so anywho, on the way home we go through the small town I grew up in. I decided to take a small detour up a hill to the house we used to live in. Drove down past it, commented on how pretty it looked blah blah blah..... saw several deer cross the road and snapped a few pics of them. Turned around headed back up the road and noticed the owners where standing in the yard. I pull up to the fence/gate thing and waved at them. They walk up to the gate, I get out and say my hello's and tell them we lived there 40 years ago, built that barn, dug that well and used to swing in a tire from that giant oak tree. Harmless right?
Well....when we moved from that place my oldest brother bought the place from my dad. So the people who've lived there 20 + years asked if my brother still lived out the highway, I said yes. Harmless right? So.... mom is out chatting away about the nonsensical stuff she always chats about and I explained several times that she had Alzheimer's and was just remembering things the way she remembers. Harmless right?
The people where nice, I said thank you for allowing us to take a trip down memory lane, shook both their hands and again said how lovely the place looked. Get home, send my brother a text saying they remembered him and the hound dogs he had. Brothers says.... hmmmm, long time ago. Harmless right?
30 minutes later I get another text from my brother saying those people came by his house and asked that we NEVER stop by their house again Wtf? Really?? Seriously? It was 40 years ago.... mom and I were just taking in the scenery and laughing at all the antics that went on wayyyy back then.
This kind of stuff makes me just not want to talk to people if not absolutely necessary.
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Animals are not annoying....people are nuts and annoying (most, not all) and machines.... they inevitably rust, run out of gas or technology has left it in the dust.
Give me a dog, a horse, a fishing pole and a bologna sandwich on a beautiful summer day.
people are nuts , animals annoying , i like machines .
Ok.... so upon further thought about this bizzarro behavior I must say that a meth lab in the old barn may not be far off base. Seriously.... the biggest portion of the front area is immaculately landscaped and the place is tighter than fort knox...big gate, electric fence but no horses or livestock..... the barn my dad built is almost buried in over growth not far from the house though.... hmmmmm
Ha... I need to not stop by again because they are worried about my intentions. To me, that is just laughable?.... what is a senile old lady and a crazed care giver gonna do? My worst crime would be to leave mom on the doorstep with a note and an ice cream bar. JUST KIDDING! ;)
like i was ever gonna stop again.... it just presented itself at that moment
And yes, people are WEIRD. Even some in my own family - side eye to my brother. :)
Maybe I've become a bit more tolerant of people not in their right mind. Certainly would never ever dream of complaining like they did. If mom wants to go out and enjoy herself.... pppffftttt on the buzzkills
AHA!
If it wasn't so bizarre it would be funny. But... I've got bigger fish to fry
So, don't let their paranoia destroy your trip down memory lane.....of course if they didn't meet you at the gate with a shotgun, you had no reason to think you weren't welcome.... I just feel so many people live their lives in fear, so they assume that someones intentions are not just simple communication.....
My soul is weary from people with such toxic energy..... including the ones I caregive for...... just getting to where I come home, and just shut out the world...
Here we are stuck in our homes care giving thinking we're missing the outside world, when in fact it's not worth missing, especially the people in it...
ps. " people " , keep your distance ..
Some people are truly weird. I mean, I like my privacy as much as the next person, and I'm much more private than my parents ever were - but I'd be happy to chat with someone who has a shared history with the house I'm living in. (On the topic of privacy, I'll have to tell the story sometime of the old man who walked right into the house after I moved in with Mom. Not good. It ended well, but sure didn't start out that way!)