You know, the world is crazy right now. Life has literally been turned up on end, shaken, broken, then glued together in the wrong order. People are freaking out. No one knows what tomorrow will bring....but how is that different from any other day? At any moment, God can reach down and decide he wants you. That is life. We are born. We live. We die. We go to Heaven (hopefully). LIVING is the best right now!!! We really don't get to choose the other two things!! So why is everyone so hateful? Gah.
I expressed a need to find out how to get my neighbors to stop having a live band complete with trumpets, tuba, and LOUD....as well as over 50-100 people partying it up for 6-10 hours twice a month. If you had livestock, lived in the country, and desire to go to bed at a decent hour, you would understand how frustrating it is to have a mariachi band playing next door...... Seriously. Its insane. Well, I posted my concerns on an app for neighbors. I got called a Karen. UMMMMMM Hello??? So you are telling me that if you had to endure this amount of chaos in your back yard, you would just let it be? I doubt that. I just want to have peace. I would also like to be able to sit outside (or inside) and not hear the shrill of a trumpet. I didn't realize that I was being a "Karen".
So you ask what a "Karen" is..... its the new term for up tight. That is saying it nicely. I am not uptight guys. I just went to the chiropractor in a hoodie, camo pants and crocs. None of which matched. I didn't care. I had things to do. I enjoy listening to some music. However, I am mindful of the people around me. If I am listening to music, I keep it to a fair volume where we can enjoy and not annoy. I also spend time picking up trash. Yup. Trash. I clean up after myself. I also go clean up the ditches in front of my property. Most of it comes from the party neighbor.....Sigh.
Another reason I was called a Karen was because I complain about people leaving their dogs loose. Yup. We live in the country on 6 acre lots. Guess what? I have a YARD for my dogs! Gasp! You don't? Well, we have a leash law in this county. Sorry kids. Being responsible for your pets, kids and livestock is a real thing! So when your dog comes over and rips into my garbage, chases my horses through a fence, tears down my yard fence to get to my dogs (whom are all fixed by the way) and can potentially bite my child....Guess what? It pisses me off. Now dogs do tend to get loose. It happens. But when it happens every single day...you need to be respectful of your community!!!!!! Why am I a "Karen" for reacting to the disrespect for your neighbors?
Maybe I am being a bit up tight. OK. How about this. Lets all be respectful of others. Lets all clean up after ourselves like grownups. Lets all take responsibility for our kids, pets, livestock and property. WAIT...I think this is called BEING AN ADULT.
Now that I got that off my chest...My son just kicked his soccer ball into the front door. I must go tell him to stop! Why? Because I am his mother and he is fixing to break a window. So I shall get after him for being reckless!
