What? What? What?
We have a "yard" of sorts, and we also have a couple of Likely-Trump-Voter neighbors across the street, and we also have a "flipper" trying to flip the house across the street. Someone has called the city and told them our yard is "full of weeds" and we have to "get rid of the weeds." That's fine. Our yard is... atrocious. I hate this sort of shit. I've lived in the idiocy of Suburbia my entire life, and I have seen what a "yard" mentality does to people... It's a fucking nightmare. People become servants to their fucking yards. It's pathetic.
But now the problem is... now that the man has been called down upon us... what the fuck does this MEAN? There's no specific demands, really... just a non-descript, non-description of a problem of some sort... The "yard" is "full of weeds." We need to "trim" things, and "make things tidy." But what the fuck does that mean? And when are we out of trouble with the yard police and how do we know we are out of trouble with the yard police? I might spend two fucking weeks out there doing everything I think is necessary, but if no one is monitoring, or policing, and I don't know what I am supposed to do, or NOT supposed to do... then what? Then we get another letter? Second warning? And then what?
I don't know what to do. Ever... About anything. I guess I will just go do something... But I know that... I am missing some point... It won't be enough. I am supposed to be hiring some kind of landscaper. Everything is supposed to have straight lines and sharp corners... all the stupid ass fucking Suburbia HOA bullshit... Why? So we can make the bees extinct? I don't know? Because some people are fucking morons? What the fuck do I do? What is the ABSOLUTE MINIMUM that I have to do to make this stupid fucking non-problem go away?
It's one of those situations where I look like a moron because I am smarter than the morons who have power.
Authority: Get rid of the weeds.
Me: Define "weed."
Authority: What?
Now I am an "idiot" because they don't know that THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT.
And it ultimately becomes personal... They will, if pressed, just slyly say, "Look, just hire a landscaper..." I don't know. I don't fucking care. You are all fucking idiots, etc... Now I have to spend 20 fucking hours getting horrible cuts (everything out here is covered in thorns and needles) and bullshit... and at the end of it, we'll probably just get another fucking letter.
But now the problem is... now that the man has been called down upon us... what the fuck does this MEAN? There's no specific demands, really... just a non-descript, non-description of a problem of some sort... The "yard" is "full of weeds." We need to "trim" things, and "make things tidy." But what the fuck does that mean? And when are we out of trouble with the yard police and how do we know we are out of trouble with the yard police? I might spend two fucking weeks out there doing everything I think is necessary, but if no one is monitoring, or policing, and I don't know what I am supposed to do, or NOT supposed to do... then what? Then we get another letter? Second warning? And then what?
I don't know what to do. Ever... About anything. I guess I will just go do something... But I know that... I am missing some point... It won't be enough. I am supposed to be hiring some kind of landscaper. Everything is supposed to have straight lines and sharp corners... all the stupid ass fucking Suburbia HOA bullshit... Why? So we can make the bees extinct? I don't know? Because some people are fucking morons? What the fuck do I do? What is the ABSOLUTE MINIMUM that I have to do to make this stupid fucking non-problem go away?
It's one of those situations where I look like a moron because I am smarter than the morons who have power.
Authority: Get rid of the weeds.
Me: Define "weed."
Authority: What?
Now I am an "idiot" because they don't know that THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT.
And it ultimately becomes personal... They will, if pressed, just slyly say, "Look, just hire a landscaper..." I don't know. I don't fucking care. You are all fucking idiots, etc... Now I have to spend 20 fucking hours getting horrible cuts (everything out here is covered in thorns and needles) and bullshit... and at the end of it, we'll probably just get another fucking letter.