Another week and another lockdown, this one however is rather close to home. We are classed as essential workers and so I will still be going to work.
Not much has happened since Bruce ran down my Mum’s tree, well apart from Covid sneaking around the neighbourhood. Oh I nearly forgot………someone got shot and killed a week ago in a street about a kilometre away. At least he won’t get Covid.
Vaccination rates are still in plateau mode even although the government has finally got a plan. Only 18 months into this crisis and the government has finally got a plan, well thank fuck for that!
My long haired friend at work, part time conspiracy theorist, and believer in aliens including the Lizard people, virtual porn advocate, masochist and the list could go on for weeks. However he has been trying to buy a house for some time but blames this on two failed marriages and circumstances.
His current living conditions are far from perfect he told me. He is having a feud with his neighbours. This takes the form of things being thrown at his windows. They bang the walls, the walk on his roof, the throw rubbish onto the garden and again the list is long. He has been there for a year now and this apparently has been going on since the first week of his lease…………he has just signed a second lease the other day. Go figure……
He tells me in great detail about this goings on and I tell him to just leave and find a quieter place. He then tells me that he will leave at the end of the new lease which will finish in 51 weeks time and then he will hopefully by a house. The good thing is that the neighbours lease finishes two weeks before his and so if they leave before him then he will have won. Won what?
He has been retaliating in many ways too by leaving music and computer sounds playing whilst he is at work just to annoy them. He throws things at the walls every so often to annoy them. By this time I realise that there is no more talking to him about leaving and I go and make a cup of tea. Such a lot of energy wasted……….
Many people look at the end game, the destination but completely forget to think about the journey and the path you need to take to get there. The current destination for him is to buy a house and if that doesn’t work he will buy a mobile home……….Fuck me!
He is prepared to suffer for the next year just to spite his neighbours and at the same time wallow in this reality that he has created for himself. If I was renting I would leave if it was this bad.
Mind you he reminds me of a couple I once knew in Sydney many moons a go. They too stayed in poor accommodation, in housing commission in fact in a really bad area but were prepared to stay there for thirty years till they retired to make sure they got the cheap rent when they finally got the old age pension.
How can you let your life go by like this when you have choices?
I struggle to stay silent with folk like this. When the realisation hits me that they actually seem to like purgatory, I need to get away from them as quick as possible before I do or say something I may regret later.
You know at the same time in a sick sort of twisted way I have an opportunity to study first hand such a fascinating creature up close and personal, maybe he is the alien……….the Lizard King…………..I’ll keep you posted.