Sometimes.
Have you ever had someone steal something from you? It feels like that. Or someone spying on you from a dark corner. Feels like that.
I keep myself to myself and would never intend to hurt anyone. Live and let live. Mind my own business. But to have people complain about me, my dogs, my activities or family and friends. To complain, not to me but to others. Like the county or the police or the animal control people.
What is a neighbor? “fellow man” or “a kindred human being”. Neighbor is the wrong word, weirdo’s might be better. It just would never occur to me to look up what a neighbor was doing and try to find a reason for a complaint. Search the internet for “evidence”, look for something to be aggravated about.
My friend and soon to be nice neighbor wanted to do a “crank in” — getting fellow knitters with circular crankable sock knitting machines in for a get away. We thought that we would provide a pot luck and a few sandwiches. Perhaps we thought a spaghetti dinner.
But my “neighbors” found an ad on the internet advertising this event. These people complained to the county that we were conducting a business in our home and sent a copy of the internet ad. Who does that kind of thing? Well, we would not want to upset the neighbors with the noise of the knitting machines……I have heard about those rowdy crowds of sock knitters.
Well beggar–thy–neighbor. Gain at the expense of others. But what they gain I don’t know. I don’t know what to say….