Neighborly Goodwill

A loss in any family is a sad thing.  The way I was raised was when you saw a stranger in grief you offered your condolences.  What about when the grief is being experienced by the neighbor who everyone dislikes? 

This is the house that has parties with unruly guests nearly peeing in front of your rose bushes.  The house with the three car garage and cars parked in front of their east and west and across the street neighbors' houses.  Today is the fourth day of the parade of vehicles and visitors on my street.  So far I've picked up half eaten sandwiches, various food wrappers and empty cigarette wrappers from my greenway and curbside.  Part of me wants to send a giant deli sub or a Jell-O mold, the other part not so much.

And I'm not even sure it is a grief situation.  I'm only looking from the outside and conferring with (OK, Pkin is conferring with) other neighbors, but it definitely doesn't look like a happy situation. 

Has my milk of human kindness soured?

Comments

[Laurie]

Your kindness is still there because you still have the impulse. But I agree, when the parade doesn't seem to know how to consider other human beings on the planet, you have a perfect right to get annoyed.

Even idiots experience loss in their idiot world.

Want to know how evil I am? I'm wondering if this is one of those Darwin Awards situations. Like their cousin lit a cigarette in their meth-house. www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2007.html

See, you are much nicer than I am!