Monday, September 25, 2006
Janet's Blog Update
The upstairs neighbor lady and her peeping tomlets moved out a couple of weeks ago. I briefly saw her as she was loading items into her SUV and she gave me a friendly nod. I never did speak to her directly, which is a shame. I'm not sorry to see her ill-behaved children leave my sphere of comfort, though.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Hey, Let's Go See the Freakshow Downstairs
This evening after we had gotten home from a hot evening of fishing and a side trip to Subway for some sandwiches, I noticed that there were two kids looking into our apartment through the front window. I thought it was a little strange before realizing that I had taken my hat and scarf off (it was too hot to wear a wig to go fishing), and when the kids saw me looking at them, they took off running and ran upstairs to the apartment on the second floor.
A little while later, they were back, again trying to peek inside.
I don't really know what to do about this. It's not really appropriate under any circumstances for people to be purposefully peeking in somebody's front window (Brian says they have done this before), and I wanted to perhaps try to talk to the mother about their behavior.
Brian suggested that 10 p.m. on a Saturday night might not be the best time to address this issue. I think he may be right.
Even under normal circumstances I wouldn't want to have somebody looking through my front window into my home. It's worse now, though, because home is the only place I really felt like I didn't have to conceal my loss of hair. But now apparently I do, and I shouldn't have to. I can understand kids having curiosity about the person who looks different or funny with no hair, but I shouldn't have to feel like I'm a freakshow.
We may try talking to the mother tomorrow morning; I don't know for sure. I don't know whether to bring up my circumstances or whether that would just make everyone feel worse than is necessary.
At this point, however, I'm less inclined to care about somebody else feeling bad than I am about myself. I have enough to worry about, and if somebody has to get embarrassed for me to feel better about being in my own home, then fine. Maybe they deserve it.
A little while later, they were back, again trying to peek inside.
I don't really know what to do about this. It's not really appropriate under any circumstances for people to be purposefully peeking in somebody's front window (Brian says they have done this before), and I wanted to perhaps try to talk to the mother about their behavior.
Brian suggested that 10 p.m. on a Saturday night might not be the best time to address this issue. I think he may be right.
Even under normal circumstances I wouldn't want to have somebody looking through my front window into my home. It's worse now, though, because home is the only place I really felt like I didn't have to conceal my loss of hair. But now apparently I do, and I shouldn't have to. I can understand kids having curiosity about the person who looks different or funny with no hair, but I shouldn't have to feel like I'm a freakshow.
We may try talking to the mother tomorrow morning; I don't know for sure. I don't know whether to bring up my circumstances or whether that would just make everyone feel worse than is necessary.
At this point, however, I'm less inclined to care about somebody else feeling bad than I am about myself. I have enough to worry about, and if somebody has to get embarrassed for me to feel better about being in my own home, then fine. Maybe they deserve it.
Labels: baldness, Brian, hair, hat, kids, scarf, wigs
