the person that lives across the street from me (i dont really know them; i have seen them outside ~2-3 times in 9-ish years) waved once and yelled “Hi, Lord Darkness!”
that was a bit odd. i guess i am tim curry from legend to my neighbors.
You goth or something lol?
nope. wear a button down shirt and tie most of the time.
I think you should just embrace it and go for the look. Redefine your whole life based on this one person’s comment. Might as well.
I’m all for embracing life changes, but have you seen the hell that make-up takes?
There’s the horns, the skin painting… It’s hours being Tim Curry.
I’m Baphomet, and I approve this message.
“The hair guy”, “the beard guy”, “the guy who’s crazy about cats and dogs”, perhaps?
I know that they have one for my cat - Siegfrieda is “a alemãozinha” (the little German girl).
To me it would make sense to assume they call her like that because they call you “o alemão” in the first place, are you German or German-speaking or German-looking?
When I adopted her I was learning German, so I got used to speak in the language with her; first to train myself*, then for convenience (I can talk with her and my other cat Kika separately). But then, like: I go to garden, Frieda follows me, when I’m going back I tell her “geh nach Hause” (go back home), neighbour sees and finds it funny, now she’s the little German.
And then there’s the front neighbour; if I’m gardening and he opens his gate, his two dogs run towards me with the biggest “I want belly rubs!” face.
*pets are great for language learning - sure, they might not answer you, but they don’t judge your pronunciation and they still pay attention to what you say.
“Wait? Someone lives there??”
Also: “I thought that place was empty?”
I don’t like talking to people.
‘Those people who never mow their lawn’.
I mean, no-one has ever said anything, but when they get their mowers out because the lawn has grown 0.25cm, they gotta be thinking it.
Some people just like their routine
The quiet one that keeps to himself.
Big dick delicious.
“The stoner downstairs”
My neighborhood is pretty close to one another through church. Except my house. I barely know my neighbors’ names, and don’t socialize at all.
A new family moved in and stopped by. They wanted some information on TNR through the local animal shelters. The word got around that we’re the only people who will do something about strays. So we know for sure we’re known as the cat people.
The mind his business guy?
I just do a friendly “hi” and move on.
Those white ladies.
Been called the redneck Crocodile Dundee.
Sound artist
I once had upstairs neighbors (in their 20s, no kids) make a sound that I was certain I could identify, but I couldn’t believe anyone would do it. I ranted to my then boyfriend for a couple days, then finally went up and asked about it.
She was, in fact, learning to rollerskate on a tiled floor.
Me and my SO often do silly dances in the elevator and we joked that the security call us the “weirdos from that apartment”
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I’m fairly certain it’s “rouxdoo” - they all know me.
