I Finally Found My Match In ISLANDism
I recently had a new neighbor.
He moved in about three weeks ago while I was away from my cabin. Shortly before I traveled, I had received word that I’d be having a new neighbor soon. Well, I can’t say I was excited.
On my return, I sought an occasion to be introduced to my new neighbor and his wife. I was quite uncertain whether they knew I was back from my trip but bluntly refused to be introduced. So I decided to go over for a meet and greet session after a week had passed. People of God, he refused to open his door.
On another occasion, about a week later, we met. He was crossing the long walkway and I was seated at a strategic point surfing the internet. He probably didn’t know anyone was home. I greeted him. He acted almost as though he was in a hurry to run back inside his apartment.
It was a bemusing sight for me. Was he shy or just trying to keep off a supposedly meddlesome neighbor? There was a time when I used to be like that so I was the least bit offended. I was never in a hurry to make new friends or establish new relationships.
I imagined how mean the other parties may have thought of me. I know I’m afraid of meddlesome neighbors but atleast I always like to know who’s living right next to me by name and where they work. For my own security reasons I think.
I’d met my match. I couldn’t complain. This is the height of introversion with a little bit of illiteracy, but who cares? I got his name for starters. The rest of the information will arrive when he was a bit more relaxed and could communicate in proper English. But for now, let’s just enjoy the ISLANDism.
I’m curious, have you ever had such an experience? How’d you handle it?
I’ve never heard a neighbour like that. But if I had a neighbour like that, I’ll put on the I don’t care attitude, smile when we see and do my underground checks.
There you have peace.