I Hate It When My Neighbors Scream

I grew in a home that had lots of yelling, and weirdly, hearing screaming and shouting from the other side of the wall STILL makes chills run down my spine. And while I enjoy the low maintenance life of a tenant, but there are days where I wish I could pick my neighbors. Alas, that is not an option. Last night when the screaming started and the doors were slamming, my heart was in my throat, I was a child again, for a moment. Wondering what was going to happen next.

I’m not saying I never raise my voice, but its something that we as a society have come to accept as a “normal” volume of communication. An expression of our disdain when the world isn’t going our way. We have such a shortness of temper, lack of patience, we get out of bed “loaded for bear,” ready to be wronged and willing to fight, even when we’re not right.

What happened?

Why do we do that?

Where is all this anger coming from?

Why are so many so very, very unhappy?

I don’t know, but I do know what I can do. I can’t change the world, but I can change me. I can be more patient, more kind, more loving, more generous, and more forgiving. I can’t ask anything of the world that I myself am not willing to do.

I can't change the world, but I can change me. I can be more patient, more kind, more loving, more generous, and more forgiving.

I can’t change the world, but I can change me. I can be more patient, more kind, more loving, more generous, and more forgiving.

 

 

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2 comments on “I Hate It When My Neighbors Scream
  1. Good questions. And hard. Not sure I want to dig too deep really. But I should.
    When we were in the apartments on base in Japan we had a very young couple living next door. I heard things that worried me. At one point I was ready to call somebody. I tried reaching out but to no avail. I hope they are okay.
    Thanks for sharing a very hard piece of your journey.

    • Michelle says:

      The yelling really unnerves me, but if it goes on too long, or I heard anything more than that, I don’t hesitate to call for help. The greater challenge is recognizing that verbal abuse is just as damaging. This is one of my favorite images that reminds me that words hurt.

      The memories are more like “objects” rather than “emotions” … which I’m sure is some compartmentalization / coping mechanism, and I’m OK with that. I’m working on some other blog posts about domestic violence, because it’s not always as obvious as you might think. Thanks for hanging in through the thick of it.

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