Loving thy neighbours… or not…

Loving thy neighbours… or not…

I don’t like neighbours. Punt. Klaar. Of nie?

​Now-now! Hold your horses – no need to get your grump on. This statement carries no offence and is more of a generalisation about my own character than any one of the people who happen to live in my proximity. I’m sure there’s a chance my neighbours don’t like me either. But both the neighbours and I would be presumptuous in this belief. We would be uttering our discord from a position of ignorance since we can’t say, objectively, that we don’t like each other. After all, we don’t even know each other.

Of course, I am not referring to any neighbour in particular, nor any neighbourhood for that matter. I think my peevedness with neighbours and neighbourhoods are unfortunate side-effects of my rebellious nature. I inherently distrust and loathe any bandwagons or conventional social hierarchies. I test the merits of authority before conceding to it. I dislike compliance with anything that sprouts from an unchecked group psyche… (more…)